My sister and my parents showed up with a “state-of-the-art” baby monitor like it was a trophy. “You can see and hear everything from your phone!” my sister bragged, already setting it up like she owned our nursery. My mom folded her arms. “It was expensive, so you’d better be grateful.” I smiled. I nodded. I thanked them. But I never turned it on. Not once. A week later, my husband finally snapped. “Why won’t you use it?” I didn’t argue. I just looked him dead in the eye and said, “Put the baby in the crib… and turn it on.” He did—still annoyed—until the screen lit up. His face drained. His mouth opened… and no sound came out.
My sister and my parents showed up with a “state-of-the-art” baby monitor like it was a trophy. “You can see…