Opinion: What I owe my son on race

When our son was born, he was crying, but he was also an eerie blue: our birthing team wanted him brought to the warming station only a few moments after he was born. I hovered over him and babbled on about how much I loved him and how much I wanted to be there for him in his life. The doctor turned to me and said, “Keep talking with him. It’s helping.”

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