Sometimes when I want a good laugh, I think about everything that has happened in the last month.
Survive the end of a twin pregnancy.
Have a C-section.
Have twin boys (!)
Have a newborn with Down syndrome.
Have a newborn without Down syndrome, but with some considerable fussiness, especially when he gets his diaper changed or is not being held.
Have an emergency illness lower 6-day-old Ronan’s temperature to 94, and rush to get him admitted to Boston Children’s Hospital for hypothermia. Discover he has Hirschsprung’s Disease.
Heal from your 6 day old C-section while living in the sleeping suite (basically a dorm room) by rolling Michael around the halls of Boston Children’s in a clear plexiglass bassinet, which draws so much attention to your newborn that it takes you 20 minutes to get across the hospital.
Get terrified that you will lock yourself out of your sleep suite multiple times a day.
Get more terrified that you will lock your newborn in.
Leave your phone in the …