 Hours to Go Before I SleepI used to be afraid of big dogs and walking alone in the dark.
I have a new fear.
I call it the eye.
It’s hard to believe something so frightening belongs to someone as sweet as my newborn son, Henry.
I do everything I can to avoid the eye. I gently rock or nurse Henry to sleep, cradling him in my arms until he is in a deep slumber. Then, oh so carefully, I tiptoe towards his bassinet, cringing with every creak of the hardwood floors. With the care of a military bomb dispo...
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