Parenting Through the Fog

A Chronicle of Love and Chronic Illness

My newborn daughter's cries pierce through the familiar haze of pain, a sound both beautiful and challenging. Here I am, a new father, my body waging its daily war while this tiny human needs me with an intensity that doesn't pause for flare-ups or fatigue. The irony isn't lost on me – just when my body demands rest the most, parenthood requires me to b…