The Night He Forgot to Save Me Dinner — And What It Taught Us About Love After a Baby
Five weeks into motherhood, I was running on fumes — fueled by love, sleeplessness, and a quiet desperation to keep everything together. My mother-in-law had moved in “to help,” but her idea of help meant hosting endless visitors while I stumbled through days of nursing, laundry, and dishes stacked to the ceiling. I told myself…