“When Orly came along and it was just me, I realize how she’d known. She’d fucking learned. She had to, because somebody had to keep the babies alive, and so she bloody well gone on with it. And now I was going to have to do the same except without any back up, and the burden of this division of labor became astoundingly, mortifying clear to me. Oh how I had coasted upon the back of this woman, deep in the trenches with her and also very happy to let her learn all things and know all the things. How many times did I ask her which sleeping bag I should put the kids in? Or where the swaddles were? How many times did I pass over a crying baby, disappointed but also-come on, let’s be honest-releaved to know that they just wanted Mum and that I would never truly be the last line of defense? Then she went.”