Honeydew didn't enforce breastfeeding, so I chose formula and could sleep as long as I wanted.
On the third day at Honeydew, I was woken up at dawn by noise.
"Is this how you take care of Mia? How can you be so discriminatory?"
Jayden's angry voice boomed from the living room, and Melinda's voice wasn't any less loud.
"She insisted on going back. I couldn't stop her."
In my pajamas, still groggy, I walked out of the room.
"What are you arguing about? What happened to Mia?"
Jayden glanced at me with a look I had never seen before, as if he wanted to stab me.
"Mia had no one with her during childbirth, and the promised postpartum care center was a lie. How can you treat her like this? You said you'd take good care of her."
Tears welled up in Jayden's eyes, and he struggled to hold them back.
I was getting more confused and angrier. Jayden had never spoken to us like this before.
"What are you talking about? I saw the room myself. It's just a bit smaller than this one. It's not as bad as you say."