the last portrait of the two of us
jeanna was on o2 most of the time
she labored for 15 hours with henry. her labor stalled early on. the doctors administered pitosin about 8 hours in...
i cannot imagine the emotion a mother faces when meeting her child for the first time.
but i can relate to the feeling as the adrenaline begins to wear off and terror takes hold. what the fuck did we do? how will we ever care for him? i think this realization still haunts me.
henry is 7 1/2 years old now. i am struggling as a father — struggling to understand my role in his life and how to raise him. it was easier when he was a baby... i could swaddle him.
1 comment:
no worries, boyo. Be a good fella, mind your manners, stand tall. He'll get the idea. And try not to over think it.
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