Sometimes I loathe being a working mom. I hate it that after devoting so much time to work as if I had a choice, I still got to come back and try so hard to bond with my baby to make sure she’s still close to me. And when she prefers someone else over me, it hurts me. I feel like I gave birth to a baby for those who have the luxury to spend time with her to enjoy at the expense of my motherhood.

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