He Said Diapers Were “Woman’s Work” — So I Brought in Reinforcements
It was 2:04 in the morning when our baby, Rosie, cried out with a pitch that could wake the dead — loud, urgent, and unmistakably the kind of cry that means a diaper disaster. My body was already wrecked from multiple wake-ups, and my mind was on the brink thanks to an intense work deadline….