She'd been magnificent in calling me a bastard, an i***t, a macho man, a heartless man, a phallocrat, threatening me that I'd never be able to touch her again, that I'd have to tie a knot in my genitals. But once the pain had passed, she cried and begged me for forgiveness. But how could I blame her? She was suffering pain I couldn't even begin to imagine. Long story short, the doctor explained that it's like trying to force a watermelon through a hole made for an orange. So the hole would get bigger, and it was very painful because the flesh would sometimes tear. So, really, I couldn't blame her.
Jake had wanted to come into the delivery room, but we'd already agreed that it would be inappropriate to have the child there with us for that. So we had said no to his request, but as soon as
