“Two ounces of formula every three hours,” I said.

“Warm the bottle in a bowl of warm tap water, never the microwave.

Test two drops on the inside of your wrist before you give it to her.”

He wrote those instructions down too, his hand steady as he moved the pen across the paper.

The dark blue ink soaked cleanly into the heavy paper of the care log.

I stood over him, watching the top of his head as he finished filling in the morning entries.

“I’m going upstairs and locking our bedroom door,” I said.