Hospitals across the US are stepping up their commitment to healthy food, and telling junk food chains to leave the premises My first daughter was born at 12:49am on a hot night in July after 35 hours of labour. She and I experienced several minutes of heartfelt awe. Then, we both promptly fell fast asleep. The next morning, I awoke in a West Village hospital bed, famished. The tray that sat in front of me included something that slightly resembled oatmeal, bright-red Jello, "orange juice", and black coffee paired with a packet of sugar and non-dairy creamer. Having just experienced the...