I Thought Sending My Son to His Father Was the Right Choice—Until I Realized He Needed Me More Than Ever

slept in three nights and found myself crying on the bathroom floor holding a screaming newborn while Eddie snored through all of it. “You worry too much,” he’d mumbled back then. “Relax. He’ll be fine.”

And I had believed him, because the alternative, admitting I was completely alone in the trenches of new motherhood, was too heavy to carry on top continue reading …