Photo by: A. Gastecheg
Now that Lauren is pregnant with our second child, I’ve been thinking a lot about my role and responsibilities throughout the course of this new pregancy, as well as what my duties should be during labor and childbirth, given what I learned the first time around.
For our first pregnancy, we were of course filled with excitement, curiosity, and anticipation. We went through everything hand-in-hand, including the early crises (originally doctors determined that Lauren would undergo an “abnormal” pregnancy and possible misscarriage), all of the subsequent …

I was raised in a military family. My dad was a general, with two tours in Vietnam. His dad was also a general, cutting his teeth as one of the youngest battalion commanders of World War II, at the age of 26. I went to West Point. Joined the Infantry, trained as a Ranger, volunteered for the Airborne, jumped out of perfectly good airplanes for a living. All real man kind of stuff. I thought being a real man meant being tough. Being of few words. Doing dangerous things.

And then my wife got pregnant.