Six years ago this week we became parents for the second time. The pregnancy and birth was routine, every step as expected. After all, why shouldn’t it have been? We were old hats at this baby thing. Nathaniel was almost two years old by then, in big boy diapers now. We used to worry so much then, not so much now. I remember how we laughed about how one or the other of us would wake up every couple of hours when Nathaniel was tiny, peek over at the crib and watch for that steady movement of his … [Read more...]