“I may have spoiled her, yes. Some. Not intentionally. But she was my last. My last to carry, to give birth to, to nurse. I coddled her more than the others, because after Caitlin, I would never do it again. There was a finality to it, which was hard for me, because I dreamt my whole life about being a mother. Each of Caitlin’s firsts—first steps, first day of kindergarten—was also my last.”
