Have the baby and leave it at the maternity hospital, because I’m moving in with you forever and I’m taking the nursery,” my mother-in-law declared without even blinking.
Lera was sitting on the floor in a small room, shifting baby clothes from one box to another. The eighth month of pregnancy was making itself felt—her back ached, her legs were swollen, but she didn’t want to stop what she’d started. Tiny onesies with little bunnies, soft diapers, rattles—everything lay scattered around, waiting for … Read more