A month ago, I gave birth to my daughter. Not long after, I discovered that every night my husband was secretly taking my b/rea/st milk to his mother’s house. I decided to follow him quietly one night. What I witnessed shook me deeply.

responsibility, more open communication. And, most importantly, more space for both of us to be ourselves, to be partners, not just parents.

Laura, too, was finding her way. Her health continued to improve, and she had started working with a lactation consultant to help with breastfeeding. We checked in with each other regularly, finding comfort in continue reading …