looked into my eyes for a long moment, stopped screaming and snuggled in. i was now her mother. my son, who was three, was introduced to her the morning after she arrived. he looked at her through the bars of her crib for several moments, then turned to us and asked, “why don’t her eyes open all the way?” for the next two months, much to my husband’s distress, she would not be separated from me, even for cooking or a bathroom break. i lived with her in a sling, attached to me like a baby kangaroo. eventually she came to accept her new dad and would sit in a 