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I was standing in my kitchen staring at my three-week-old firstborn, Carter, under the harsh glare of the stove light. We had dropped three hundred dollars—which might as well have been a million bucks on our teacher salaries back then—booking...

When Maya was exactly three days old, I sat on my sagging living room couch wearing mesh postpartum underwear and a nursing tank that smelled strongly of sour milk, holding a screaming, red-faced potato of a newborn while receiving completely...