As I was walking out of the hospital with this baby girl in my arms, I couldn’t stop wondering when the nurses were going to step in and stop us. I mean, what the hell was I thinking? I barely knew her mother, and now I was supposed to be a father? I kept hoping they’d call us back, give us one more night of guidance—one more chance to get a grip on wha…
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