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My mother-in-law told me infants only arrive during full moons. My old charge nurse at Northwestern swore Tuesday mornings were a cursed tidal wave of inductions. And the cashier at Trader Joe's confidently informed me, while bagging my frozen samosas,...

I was aggressively stuffing those white and pink-striped hospital blankets into my duffel bag while my husband stood by the door acting as a lookout. I was a pediatric nurse for five years before having my son. I knew exactly...

It was a Tuesday at 9 AM, and I was sitting in a freezing radiology waiting room wearing yesterday’s leggings and a nursing bra that smelled faintly of sour milk. I was staring blankly at a poster of a cartoon...