She Said I Couldn’t Hold The Baby Because Of “Germs” — The Real Reason Broke My Heart

He was eight pounds and pink-faced and furious at the world in the bewildered way of newborns, and I looked at him and felt something move in my chest that I don’t have a better word for than love, the instant, irrational, total variety.

“Can I hold him?” I asked.

Cara’s arms tightened around him. The shift was subtle — not dramatic, not defensive, just continue reading …