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

into the refrigerator as though it had personally betrayed him.

Then it kept happening.

I would wake in the sudden, panicked way new mothers do, instantly listening for any sound from the bassinet, and Ethan would be gone.

During the day, he seemed mostly normal. He was tired and perhaps quieter than usual, but everyone with a newborn is exhausted. Speaking continue reading …