I stumbled downstairs in my underwear Monday morning to see three women standing in the dining room. They were specialists from the county Early Intervention Office, and they were here to see Jack.
Every six weeks, Jack gets to visit his namesake, Dr. Jack Rychik, for his regular cardiology appointment. On Tuesday, I had the privilege of escorting the Munch (solo this time) back to the mothership: the Cardiac Center at Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia.
When Ryan was a baby I became known by the moms at the play center as “the sleep dad.” For months before Ryan was born, his mom and I had cringed at the wrenching saga of sleep trauma my sister-in-law and her husband (Uncle Will, as he’s also known) had endured with their oldest daughter. […]