Pain Is A Gift, And Other Notes From A Terrified Father During A Seven-Week-Premature BirthWhen the baby cried, I knew it wasn't gonna die. They had just pulled my son out of my wife and whisked him over to one of those fancy hotel pans that you put newborns in, and there was a brief moment when he said nothing, which you don't want. You want the baby to cry. You want confirmation that th...
