MotherFumbler

I always knew I’d be the perfect mother. So far, I’ve perfected the fetal position. When Vicki Murphy brought her new baby home from the hospital, she expected to be greeted by fluttering butterflies and harp-strumming cherubs. You know: the way it is in diaper commercials and the “Yay, You’re Preggers!” books. LIAR, LIAR, MATERNITY PANTS ON FIRE! Instead, she had a baby boy who didn’t sleep for a year, whose cry was the official anthem of Hades, and who could suck the nipples off a cyborg....