My husband appeared on the baby monitor every night at 2 a.m. carrying a mysterious paper bag—when I finally watched him open it, I gasped

Sleep deprivation and hormones had turned a low-level paranoia into my constant companion.

I rewound to the previous night.

At 2:20 a.m., Ethan opened the nursery door. He carried a paper bag. He walked to the crib and checked Noah. Then he remained there for a moment with one hand resting on the rail before sitting on the floor beside the rocking chair.continue reading …