Chapter 26 - THE BABY ARRIVESMy son was born at thirty-nine weeks and one day.
Healthy.
Seven pounds, eleven ounces.
Eric cried before I did.
We named him Samuel Luke Warren.
Luke complained.
“You gave him my middle name?”
“Your first.”
“That’s worse.”
“You saved his head.”
“I saved yours.”
“Same package at the time.”
He laughed.
Then cried.
I watched him hold my son.
Carefully.
Two hands.
No dramatic speech.
Ivy met Sam the next afternoon.
She stared.
Then:
“Baby loud.”
Accurate.
She touched his foot.
“Mine?”
“No.”
She frowned.
Sibling development began immediately.
We did not hire another nanny.
Not for a year.
Then we did.
That surprised people.
Fear had made me want to say:
Never again.
Therapy helped me separate:
Dana was unsafe.
From:
Every caregiver is unsafe.
Our new nanny came through an agency.
References checked.
Background screened.
Clear written medication rules.
Cameras only in disclosed common areas.
No spying.
May you like
No secret tests.
Trust with structure.
