Another side of choosing to be a single mother:
Moving in with my parents was a last-minute decision. I was single, five months pregnant, and living in Manhattan when it became apparent that the job I’d lined up wouldn’t be as child-friendly as I’d hoped. The hours were long, health insurance was only partially covered and there would be no paid maternity leave. Without a better job, I couldn’t afford to stay in New York, nor could I afford to move anywhere else. When I’d visited my parents a month earlier, they’d offered to let me move in with them for a while so I could spend time with the baby and get my financial footing. At the time, I’d rejected their offer flat out. But as plans a, b and c disintegrated, it started to look like moving back to Seattle was the only option.