I held out my newborn daughter to my mother for the very first time. My baby’s pink petal face furled and unfurled like her middle name: Rose. “Would you like to hold her?” I asked. “No,” my mom said, shaking her head and sitting back on the couch. My dad took her instead, cradling her in his arms while my heart fell apart. How could my mom not want to hold her only granddaughter? A few weeks later, I went to a support group for new moms in Berkeley, California. The mothers talked about their