When I brought my newborn to the ER in the middle of the night, I was exhausted and terrified. Olivia, my three-week-old daughter, had spiked a fever that wouldn’t break. She screamed and kicked against my chest, her tiny fists trembling as I tried to rock and soothe her. My body ached, my C-section stitches still raw, but there wasn’t...
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