My Mother-in-Law Pointed at My Baby and Screamed

his eye wasn’t white.

Michael saw it from the doorway.

“We’re going,” he said.

I didn’t put on real pants. I pulled sweatpants over the mesh underwear, shoved my swollen feet into Michael’s slides, and carried Ethan still wrapped in the blue hospital blanket with ducks on it. My hair was stuck to the side of my face. There was dried spit-up on my shoulder.continue reading …