Chapter 12

Maya arrived on Sunday morning with two coffees and the draft schedule Dana had prepared. "I know you don't want your life to become a series of appointments," she said, placing the papers on the table. "But a clear routine may be better than another argument every time Graham wants to see the baby." I looked at the schedule. It wasn't a court order, just a proposed routine while we worked out separate lives. There were times for feeding, rest, and visits. It also made clear that Graham...