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A chewed up custom storybook sitting on a messy nursery floor next to a cold cup of coffee.

The 3 AM Meltdown That Made Me Believe in Custom Storybooks

It was exactly 3:14 AM. I know this because the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock were burning a hole into my retinas while I sat there nursing a three-day-old infant and chugging day-old cold brew that tasted profoundly...

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