The only thing I knew at 2 a.m.

There is a particular kind of loneliness that lives at 2 a.m. with a newborn.

You are awake. The world is asleep. Your body has done something unfathomable. And you are reading the back of a baby bottle, trying to figure out if anything you’ve bought for this small person is actually safe.

I remember the exact night.

The kitchen light was the only thing on…