It Was Late to Have a Baby. I Knew the Risks. I Still Wasn’t Ready for How Bad It Could Get.
She’s 9 years old now and, like my other kids, a constant source of both joy and worry. In the immediate shadow of that experience, I drank in the pleasure of being alive. I had about six months of solid euphoria. After that, it was an inevitable stepwise return to the everyday stuff of living. I went back to work, and life resumed. I accepted,... See more