Family | Health | Parenting

Love in the Time of Measles

“In the emergency room, my instincts exploded from protective to full-blown primal. And it felt like love.”

Yes, she’s allergic to Compazine; no, I don’t know her guarantor’s social security number.

the worst in you brings out the best in me

The little emergencies I responded to each day—diaper rash, fevers, skinned knees—didn’t feel big enough to contain the love I was desperate to give. I wanted something bigger and more dangerous, a wild and unkempt landscape in which I could rescue and uphold. Because mothering, to me, meant being someone’s hero. But so had being a daughter.