I remember visiting my sister-in-law after she’d just had a baby. Her son was chill. She told me how much easier motherhood had been than she expected — he slept well, he ate well, and he was what you’d call a “good” baby. At the time, I was heavily pregnant myself, and I distinctly thought, My baby will not be chill. Because, well, I’m not chill.Whether it was a premonition, a self-fulfilling prophecy, or just my intuition, my baby was indeed many things: curious, adorable, with my husband’s thick dark hair and sweet brown eyes. She was everything I had hoped for — but, unsurprisingly, not chill. Instead, she was extremely colicky and didn’t stop crying for the first three months. I remember bouncing on a yoga ball, and if I stopped for even a second, the howls would start again. I convinced myself that my breast milk was the problem, so I cut out everything except quinoa and sweet potatoes. That helped me lose the baby weight but did nothing for my mental health.Then came solids, which brought a whole new nightmare. It turned out she had severe food allergies. I had already confirme