I've been a father for 13 days.
In those 13 days, I haven't slept more than 2-3 hours straight. I haven't eaten a proper meal. I haven't smiled once.
Today, my wife held our son for exactly 2 minutes. The doctors let her. She hadn't held him since he was born premature, rushed to NICU, put on a ventilator within an hour.

She cried the whole time. Not happy tears. Scared tears.
When she put him back in the incubator, she didn't let go of his hand until a nurse gently moved her away.
That was this morning. Tonight, the hospital called. His infection got worse. They need more antibiotics. More days on the ventilator. More money.
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