There’s no way to describe the feeling of being told you can leave the hospital with your first kid. My 25 yo SO and I looked at each other like, oh shit. We’re responsible for this life and they are totally helpless. There’s knowing something, and then there’s really knowing.

But yeah, kid #2 was the same but more like, we got this.

Human nature or trained into us by society?

(Edit to fix a typo)

Just to be that guy, Nancy is way older. Started in the 30s.