I remember when I was pregnant with my daughter, I had this misty-eyed view of parenting a newborn. I had read all the right books, you see. I would have a peaceful, empowering water birth. She and I would click into a beautiful breastfeeding relationship. And I would wear her in a sling close to my body as I flitted through my day, gracefully meeting all of the daily challenges of wife and mother. And yes, I would look good doing it.