Family and Relationships
An Interview With Dan Domizio
I’ll always remember Dan Domizio sitting in a corner of my bedroom on a quiet night in January, 1976, a bearded man in a white turban, seemingly lost in carving and sanding the hull of a model boat — as a few feet away Priscilla was lost in her thirteenth or fourteenth hour of labor. He’d look up occasionally, say something encouraging. His casualness both soothed and disconcerted me — was he really paying attention? He was supposed to deliver this baby.
Death, Malnutrition, And The Infant Formula Boom
Worse than a heroin addiction, once “hooked” on these products, the mother cannot return to breast feeding because her own milk dries up, and as the baby grows, the cost of the “fix” increases.
The week before, we’d rushed home when Pris called to say she was having contractions ( more false labor) with an eagerness that made Pris laugh. But everyone’s eagerness, including her own, had become tiresome for her these past few days, so we all pretended not to be eager. I stayed at my desk instead of leaping into the air, jumping up and down and making squealing noises the way I had last week when she’d called.