Daniel Tam-Claiborne

Moments after my daughter’s birth, I was in tears, though not the kind I was expecting. My wife, Meghan, had just endured a grueling 18-hour labor, and I was standing at the foot of her bed as the doctor retrieved a ruddy, shrieking alien from between her legs and placed it in her arms.  “She’s certainly vigorous,” the doctor said, her voice overly upbeat. “At least you won’t have to…