Allie Wadsworth

As someone who has experienced 205 days of ICU stays between my two surviving children, and the loss of a full-term baby, this book hits close to home in the best way possible. I knew Rob Delaney as a witty presence on twitter for many years, and an honest comedian for a few more; but he is a deeply sincere, exceptionally talented nonfiction writer, as well. I found myself crying along to his narration, and longed to give him a hug for the heartbreak he has endured. He has voiced the anguish of loss and spending nights in the hospital with your child as expertly as he voiced the visceral love involved in parenting. I found joy in his tales of G-tube feeds, as we have three years of those under our belts and you don’t realize the humor in those horrible days unless you’ve been there. Rob Delaney has written a darkly humorous elegy full of love, despair, and meaningful connection with his children. What a beautiful, raw tribute. I can’t imagine a book more perfect. Thank you, Mr. Delaney. I feel a little less f*cked up now for the jokes in my head during those ICU days, or the image of my husband carrying a tiny casket that resides on my desk.