Dr. Rifkin made an important point back in November, when we were told our treatment schedule for Wilms relapse: She said that she'd seen more families torn apart than brought together by the stresses of caring for extremely sick children. I kind of understand, being in the middle of a process of refereeing a title bout between my wife's family and my family.
The good news is, neither my wife, my sons, or I were the ones that caused this particular issue to happen. Granted, a telephone call or two from me before The Wife gave birth could have averted much of this; but that's beside the point.
The important thing for everyone to understand and to deal with is the fact that none of this is about anybody's ego. It's entirely, 100% about caring for The Boy. It's hard to recognize that sometime, because people's emotions take command of their actions, and everything involved with this is highly emotionally charged. I flip out because of stress, someone else picks up on that and strikes out at someone close by, meaning to help the situation... and that throws a match into a gasoline can. The resultant explosion never hurts just the two people involved; it always hurts those innocents who happen to be nearby.
Anyway. I'm glad this one wasn't my fault, even if I hate having to take time away from my family to deal with it. My wife has been really, really hurt by this; thoughtless remarks made in the heat of battle can hit post-pardum-hormone ears like a ton of bricks. Suffice it to say that the first two weeks of Younger Bro's life have been made considerably less joyful than they should be.