Trymoms

Priya whispers: "I tried to feel something when my son said 'I love you.' I felt my to-do list."

Maya, from a hospital payphone, calls Evelyn collect. Evelyn, in her slippers, drives an hour to the hospital, picks up Maya's son's favorite stuffed animal from the apartment, and brings it. Then she drives to Priya's house, puts her toddlers in the car, and brings them to the hospital waiting room.

Maya laughs bitterly: "I tried a 'mommy and me' class once. They smelled like lavender and had matching water bottles. I smelled like fryer grease." trymoms

Maya adds: "To trying when it's ugly."

They're in Maya's new apartment—small, clean, hers. The #TryMoms are cooking a chaotic dinner. Leo is braiding Priya's hair. Maya's son is asthma-free for three months. Priya is medicated and sleeping. Priya whispers: "I tried to feel something when

Evelyn raises a glass of boxed wine: "To trying."

I understand you're asking to develop a deep story around the word "trymoms," but this term isn't immediately clear. It could be a typo, a brand name, a username, or a concept you'd like me to interpret. Maya laughs bitterly: "I tried a 'mommy and me' class once

Six months later.