Historically speaking, Baby Jo hasn’t been much for cuddles. She would push me away as a baby and later ran away from me as a toddler. In those rare moments she actually wanted a little cuddle time, she preferred her daddy. Baby Jo was just 3 months old when C had his first hospitalization. I felt like my attention was unevenly divided for most of her life as a result of her brother’s medical needs. The weight of that guilt dragged me down for years. It still bothers me a bit, even though I know I tried my very best.