17 years ago, I could have become a single parent.
When I was about 8 months pregnant with Jack, an elderly lady ran a red light and hit Jeff, causing his Pathfinder to fly across the intersection and land upside down on the cars stopped at the red light.
He walked away with a bruised arm and sore muscles.
I'm glad Jeff survived to join me in parenting, because if he had not been at the birth of Jack, a certain nurse would be dead.
As I was doing my Lamaze breathing through the worst pain ever, she tried to coach Jeff on how to support me. But Jeff knows me....
Nurse: "you need to rub her arm or back to relax her"
Jeff: "no, she doesn't want to be touched"
Nurse: "see, relax her like this" she rubs my arm and back....
P O W! I punched her.
Jeff: "don't touch her when she is stressed"
Jeff has been provider, stay at home dad, comedy relief, coach....
Anything the boys have needed...
Happy Father's Day, Jeff.