To Be Married with a Newborn Is a Reminder We Can’t Do It All
The early morning light streamed in the window of our hospital recovery room, reminding us that our long night of labor was over. My husband held our hours-old daughter, sat on the end of my bed, and looked at her peaceful face as she slept. We finally had a moment of stillness and quiet almost 24 hours after arriving at our local hospital––bags in hand, waters broken, and ready to meet our long-awaited baby girl. He sighed and said, “I can’t believe that some men, after walking through it all: pregnancy, labor, and birth, would want to cheat on their...