The first time, Lily was three weeks old. I walked into the nursery to find Bridget holding a bottle of Aquafina to my newborn’s lips. I screamed, slapping the bottle away. Water can cause fatal electrolyte imbalances in newborns; it can cause seizures.

“Babies get thirsty too!” Bridget snapped, rolling her eyes as I frantically wiped Lily’s mouth. “God, you are so dramatic. That’s just paranoid internet nonsense. Babies in my generation drank water and survived. You treat her like she’s made of glass.”

Next, it was the crib. I found my four-week-old daughter buried under a mountain of heavy quilts and stuffed animals, her tiny face pressed against a teddy bear, struggling for air.

“I was making it cozy,” Bridget defended herself when I tore the hazards out of the crib. “You keep her in that cold, empty box like she’s a prisoner. It’s cruel.”