If you’re not familiar with our son’s story, first check out this piece I wrote for Scary Mommy: The End of Innocence

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Monday afternoon – Boston Children’s Hospital – bathroom

I rub up against my wife, Lauren, while she washes her hands.

“What are you doing?” Lauren asks.

I shrug my shoulders.

“You want to have sex in the bathroom of a children’s hospital while our son is having an eight-hour surgery?”