Chapter 22

When my daughter was four months old, I finally slept five hours in a row. It wasn’t a miracle. She had simply dropped one night feeding, and I had learned to leave the bottles in the sink when she fell asleep. My new place was a two-bedroom apartment fifteen minutes from her pediatrician and twenty minutes from my office. The baby swing stood where a coffee table should have been. A burp cloth was almost always draped over the arm of the couch. On the refrigerator were her feeding schedule,...