When our first child was three days old, I received a scary phone call. As young parents, we were overjoyed with our new baby and had everything ready for her. We had a home business, so my husband was always around to give me support. My mother was a phone call away, our next door neighbor was a doula, we had many books on infant care, and I attended a breastfeeding support group at our local hospital. In short, we were as prepared as we could be for a newborn. But that didn’t mean we met with everyone’s approval. At...