I remember the first time I took my son home from the hospital. We carried him out to my car in his little car seat and I looked at my vehicle, the nicest I’d ever owned, and as we approached it I thought, “This is a death trap.”
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The first night at home I barely slept because I was afraid he’d need me and I’d miss it. In the hospital we had fantastic nurses 24/7 and as I lay awake in the dark that first night I kept asking my wife, “How are we supposed to do this alone?”
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