I wrote the first draft of “Babyproof” eleven years ago, in a single six-hour sitting, as an attempt to make sense of several previous relationships and friendships that did not involve babies or car accidents or infidelity at all. The story’s mischievous “very angry” baby and memories of that baby’s mother were a way to explore my confused ideas of personal accountability, guilt, resentment, acceptance, and communication. So many years later, it’s hard to evaluate how successful I was, but even now I see “Babyproof” as an honest attempt at understanding.