Five years ago tonight, Nathaniel was born.<\/p>\n
Sarah had awakened me at five o’clock that morning. I had been up late the night before, assembling the crib, and I thought she was joking when she said it was time. I was not amused. But I quickly figured out that she was serious.<\/p>\n
It was a long day. I took a few naps on the chair in her hospital room.<\/p>\n
Nate arrived during the night shift change, so we had double the usual number of nurses on hand. The room was a flurry of activity. They bathed him, weighed him, squirted antibiotics into his eyes, and before we knew it, whisked him off to the nursery.<\/p>\n
Suddenly we were alone. Sarah looked at me, and laughed. “Don’t you dare tell me you’re <\/em>tired.”<\/p>\n I looked at the birth certificate. 11:11 PM.<\/p>\n Happy birthday, child. I love you.<\/p>\n Make a wish!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Five years ago tonight, Nathaniel was born. Sarah had awakened me at five o’clock that morning. I had been up late the night before, assembling the crib, and I thought she was joking when she said it was time. I was not amused. But I quickly figured out that she was serious. It was a … Continue reading Five Years<\/span>