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

What a clean word for pouring out food your body made for the baby you almost hurt by feeding.

I said, “Throw it away.”

The NICU smelled like plastic and soap. Machines hummed. Tiny babies lay in boxes, some no bigger than a squirrel. I had spent my whole pregnancy afraid of miscarriage, stillbirth, cord accidents, car crashes, freak things. I never continue reading …