So my sister had a baby. With me. At my house on an island in the Gulf of Alaska. One of the most remote towns in the US.
Last spring called me, exhausted and exasperated. In a few months she would be giving birth. Her previous postpartum was miserable after a traumatic birth of a preemie with no adult to help her as she drove back and forth to the NICU, trying to pump milk and care for her family.