A while back, I posted about how before Tad was born I coached Scott that he had one job in the hospital: Stay With The Baby. I made sure to tell him that repeatedly so that if something happened that caused the baby and I to become separated he would stay with the baby reflexively, without hesitation.
Fortunately nothing that dire happened, but he still did an awesome job. He didn't leave that baby's side for the whole 2 days we were there.
It's hard for me to remember this as a happy thing, though, because whenever I do I think of how (even just by implication) I had one job: Feed The Baby. And I messed that one up pretty spectacularly.
This post has no conclusion. I'm just throwing it out into the void in the hopes that it won't come back and I can be rid of that thought that I failed.