My Mom Called Asking When I Was Coming Back for the Baby Until I Realized Mine Was Already With Me

her ankle.

A hospital band. Old enough to be wrinkled, twisted sideways, the insert facing inward.

I handed Lily to my mother without planning to. “Hold her.”

“Morgan.”

“Hold Lily.”

She took her automatically, hugging Lily so tightly it almost broke me.

I walked toward the crib on legs I could not entirely trust. Every instinct said don’t touch anything.continue reading …