It has been months leading up to that night when I was kneeling before him asking him if he was going to listen to me. Crying as he said he would, realizing that his actions have resulted in yet another Emergency Room visit, and to his despair, more stitches.
Just as quickly had our ordinary labor and delivery turned, my plans changed. My wife was in no state to take care of our newborn, and as much as I knew that the nurses in the nursery would have taken excellent care of him, I didn’t want to be that dad who just leaves him with them. I knew that my night was just getting started.