I'll never forget that night. It was 3 AM, and I was pacing our dimly lit living room, gently bouncing my 6-week-old son, Noah, who had been crying inconsolably for what felt like hours. My wife and I had tried everything - or so we thought. We were exhausted, frustrated, and frankly, a little scared.…
The day I brought my daughter, Lily, home from the hospital is etched in my memory. As I stood in the nursery, surrounded by piles of baby gear, I felt a mix of excitement and sheer panic. Did we have everything we needed? What if we'd forgotten something crucial?
Now, looking back as Lily toddles…