The smell of sour milk overwhelmed my senses the moment I opened my daughter's bedroom door. As I neared her crib, I could see she had been sick; the mess was everywhere. A wave of panic rolled over me followed immediately by a wave of compassion. I quickly set into action, reaching into the crib and drawing my daughter out, placing her feverish body against my chest. My presence calmed her and I felt her relax as we rocked. Soon she was in clean pajamas, her bed stripped and cleaned, and ... VIEW POST