Aaron M. Fortkamp is a freelance father and a stay-at-home author. Thanks for dropping by.
A blog about parenting, writing, and opinion. Which means talking about politics, sometimes. Sorry.
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I said he’s a tiny baby! and she said there are still signs even in tiny babies.
Today he is six months old.
It’s hard for me to look at the details of my life and be able to pick one out and say this, this here is something I get from my father.
This is a stupid debate to get drawn into. It acknowledges another possible interpretation of the events, when there isn’t one.
It’ll be like Noah and his ark except Noah dies too and we don’t need an ark.
I asked how he was feeling. He gave me a thumbs up.
I may have jumped the gun. Alex had to go back on air support last night, but I’d already posted it as a milestone, a success.
We’re closer to the end. We know it intellectually, but it’s hard to reckon on an emotional level.
What will be the first movie trilogy I expose him to. What will be his first attended sporting event. These things matter.
Look, if you’re going to go with people I know and love, this is going to take a long time.
My role is NICU DAD (AWAY FROM HOME). There is no understudy.
We’re coming up on eight weeks in the NICU tomorrow, and it feels like we’re back where we started.
If it doesn’t work, and his symptoms don’t improve, they’ll want to go in surgically to close the shunt.
I’ve been trying to find ways to communicate how not-large Alex really is. It’s a difficult thing to understand until you see him in real life.
Something was blocking the tube. I was standing there, two feet away, watching, motionless.