I was in a church meeting listening to men discuss how amazing they felt when their first child was born. It was all filled with sweet sentiments, but honestly, I couldn’t relate because I was terrified when my son was born.
I mean, I love him. I don’t regret a thing, but the moment I first held my son I felt fear. I felt anxiety. I felt like this amazin…
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