Remember that.
They were only six hours old when Claire looked across the hospital room and said, “I can’t do this.”
At first, I thought she meant the exhaustion. The fear. The shock of suddenly being responsible for two tiny lives.
I reached for her hand and said, “We’ll figure it out.”
But Claire pulled away.
“You’re not listening,” she said.
Then she told me she wanted freedom. Travel. A career. A life that did not include motherhood.
“I’m not made for this, Daniel.”