Yesterday around 4AM, my wife decided to wake me up to tell me that it was time to have our daughter. My first reaction was to throw her the car keys and tell her that I would meet her there after a few more hours of beauty sleep. However, I realized that this day marked the last day of a long stretch of emotional outbursts, spur of the moment crying during certain commercials, and massive stops for bathroom breaks anytime we went anywhere. We arrived at the hospital 30 minutes later. Our first daughter...
Posted On Thursday, November 29, 2007 8:16 AM | Feedback (2)