There was nothing John hated more than getting stern with you, especially after you'd just given birth. The doctor had seen you, diagnosed you, medicated you. The post partum depression was in full control.

But still, John was pulling teeth to get you to even hold your baby.

"You either open those arms and hold the child you spent ten hours pushing out, or I will have to take drastic measures. Trust me, sunshine, I don't want to do that."