Under it All, Superdad is Freaking Out!

“I guess what scares me the most now is the thought that I won’t be able to protect you” ― Julia Hoban, Willow When you and your partner hold your little baby in your arms for the first time, there are not many more magical moments in life. Their strange lips open as they stretch their weak, bird-like necks and tilt their heads to the side, giving you a quick glimpse of their ambiguously colored eyes. You don’t understand it, but you are immediately in love. From that moment, you would put your life in immediate danger, to protect the tiny, strange life you hold in your arms. I had the fortune of experiencing that twice. The first time was in 2008, with my daughter, Kennedy. It was a long, drawn out labor that ended in a cesarean-section, but I was in love. From that Monday night, that first night I became a dad, it all changed. If I needed to step in front of a bus or jump into a crocodile invested river or fight off a bear (even Urlacher) I would do it to make sure that Kennedy was safe. Nothing is going to hurt my little girl. And, if anything or anybody tries, may god have mercy on their soul. I’m her dad. Like most dads think they are, I’m superdad for cry eye! In 2010, Laura and I had the great fortune to hold our second tiny, strange life in our arms. We welcomed Miles on a Friday. He came into this world a lot faster than Kennedy, mostly due to the planned cesarean-section. On Sunday, I held him in...