Almost sixteen years ago, I was banging down the doors of the OB ward at Munson Medical Center in Traverse City. I hadn’t realized that the baby I’d just given birth to would be immediately left with me.
I longed to go home, where my mom and sister waited with beef stew and ready arms. They let me sleep, only waking me to nurse the baby. And I think that, all in all, that baby and I have bonded just fine.