“Dad, can you tell Zach to stop bothering me?!?”
“Dad, can you make me some lunch???”
“Dad, why can’t I have some ice cream???”
I miss the NICU.
With a family of six, there is always something happening and a Daddy’s job is never done. Making dinner, putting out fires, stopping fights, comforting tears, praying at bedtime, changing diapers….you know the drill. In contrast, the NICU was so much quieter and less chaotic (most of the time).