Personal Narrative: My First Born Child

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I woke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my first born child. I adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed up against my wife sleeping next to me. I began to worry about my baby. I got up slowly, so that I didn’t wake my wife. I grabbed a baseball bat from the closet and began walking cautiously to her room. I approached the doorway and peaked around the corner. To my surprise, my wife was standing there, rubbing the baby to calm it down. I dropped the bat and started to walk toward her. I hesitated, remembering that my wife was still asleep in our bed. “Rachel…?” I said quietly, taking slower steps. She didn’t turn around. “Rachel, stop screwing around.” Again she just stood there, making no noise, not even

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