Nineteen
Sedona
After strapping Palmer into her car seat, we climb into Jamison’s minivan rental.
“I feel like I should take a picture to preserve this fine moment.” I hold up my phone.
“You do and I’ll take one of you when you leak,” he teases.
I shove my phone back into my purse. Unfortunately, Jamison has seen me leak through too many times. I’m not used to nursing without a baby around, and I’m not on a good schedule with my pumping. I push myself too long most days.
As he drives, I give him the directions to my doctor’s office. I watch him maneuver the minivan around town and still can’t get over how odd it looks. A minivan just doesn’t fit Jamison.
In the parking lot, he takes care of Palmer, even carrying the diaper bag. Seems weird not to be wheeling a stroller and having my
