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| My first born son arrived on November 8, 1975, a very memorable moment for me. I was 22 years old and now a father … wow what a great moment for me. I felt so terrible for my wife, I wanted to be doing something more than just standing around and observing. I wanted to participate … but that is my regret. At least for the next two pregnancies, I was able to go to childbirth classes with Sandee so that I could do more. I since she had become involved with La Leche League (an organization promoting and supporting breastfeeding mothers) I decided to be more involved and supportive of her decision in that. |
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| We were watching TV in the living room of our home on Norwich Avenue in Fresno (around 1984, I think). Jenna and Nathan were sitting in front of the TV on the floor. Their position was like the typical child – they would kneel on the floor then sit back on their heels. Over the course of time their feet would scootch (this is my special word) outward away from their buttocks until their buttocks would be on the floor. So many a child can be seen in this “seated” position that you would think that this is obviously comfortable for the child. Not so. After sitting through episodes of Sesame Street, Electric Company and Mr. Rogers, Jenna turns away from watching the TV to look at me. |
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| “Daddy my foot is buzzing”, she states ever so frankly. |
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| “Your foot must have fallen asleep”, I replied, not thinking whether or not they had even known what was taking place with the circulation in her foot. |
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| “It’s just snoring”, stated my five year old son Nathan. |
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