My Mother-in-Law Saw My Newborn Daughter’s Arm and Went Pale—Then She Told Us We Couldn’t Keep Her
Progress.
The first photograph we have of Hope shows her asleep in my arms.
Pink blanket.
Julian beside me.
Beatrice several feet away.
If you know the story, you can see the tension.
Beatrice’s eyes are swollen.
My face is exhausted.