“Have the baby and leave it at the maternity hospital—because I’m moving in with you for good and I’m taking the nursery,” my mother-in-law said without blinking.
Lera sat on the floor in the small room, moving baby clothes from one box to another. The eighth month of pregnancy was making itself known—her back throbbed, her feet were swollen—but she didn’t want to stop once she’d begun. Tiny bunny-print bodysuits, soft swaddles, rattles—everything was scattered around her, waiting for its time. The … Read more