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I knew about diapers and crying, and those don't bother me. I can take a vomit blast to my shoulder like a champ. But the complete lack of escape was a surprise for me. The feeling while holding my first son the night he was born was occasionally, "Ahhh, he has tiny replicas of his father's feet!"

But it was much more, "I am down to one arm at best. And I can't get up and my laptop is over there. How am I going to write code?"

Of course I won't be immobilized by my children forever, and I will no doubt very much miss this time, when they want me to never stop holding them.