Last fall when I was eight months pregnant with my second child, I precariously hoisted up my two year old onto the bird’s nest vantage point of a local playground’s jungle gym. While up there, running around with the other kids, he slipped, fell and cut his lip.
With screams abounding, I scurried up the vertical ladder to retrieve him. He had blood on his face and was crying uncontrollably–I had no other option but to carry him down.
As I struggled enormously with his… Continue