Translation from DayOne entry earlier today:
With a son you better understand the concept of sacrifice. I’d always automatically started a counter in my head when holding someone in an uncomfortable position. You rationalize your effort versus the need for whatever support the person needs and out comes a number: 30 seconds, 5 minutes, 20 minutes.
With Robie I just know that as long as I’m able to do it, I’ll hold him to make him comfortable. It’s not a question of time, but of how much you can give.
My arm was numb for a while, but it was a glorious nap.