How I Accidentally Neglected My Toddler Because Of My Neuroticism
Last spring, my wife had a preventive double mastectomy, and the anxiety wrecked me. My dad had once flatlined during an operation, so every night before my wife’s surgery, I lay in bed rehearsing what I’d tell Campbell, our 3-year-old, when her mother died. I was being irrational, but tragedy felt inevitable. In order to view the video, please allow Manage Cookies The procedure went fine. For weeks afterward, as my bedridden wife recovered, I played nurse—managing medications, changing bandages, draining fluids—while also caring for Campbell....