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Cradling my newborn should have brought me nothing but joy, right?  Shouldn’t I have been content to marvel at the miracle of Holly’s tiny fingers wrapped tightly around mine the night we brought her home from the hospital seven years ago?  So why was I a sobbing mess?   Because my firstborn, slumbering in the next room, felt a ...

  Like many new parents of my generation, once the brief flurry of grandparent-visits subsided, I had no  family around after the birth of my first baby nine years ago.  But I had Julia.  She was nearly fifty years my senior, but Julia Saia, my Pittsburgh neighbor, was this new mom’s mentor.   Not in a ...