Two weeks ago, my wife Katie—36 weeks pregnant at the time—woke me up at 3am (“turn on the light!”). Because we live in New York City, my first thought was that she had spotted a cockroach or a mouse. In fact, her water had broken, and our baby girl was on her way a month earlier than expected.
The past two weeks have been a whirlwind—and they’ve been ab…
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