My first night as a dad is seared in my memory.  I remember collapsing into a blue maternity room recliner and bawling my eyes out, overwhelmed by the dizzying mix of terror and gratitude that only parenthood brings. I was in awe at the physical feat my wife had just performed in delivering a human, but that was a small part of it. I was also encumbered and elated by the sheer responsibility of having this human life placed in my care. It is beyond my skill as a writer to describe my mental and emotional state that first evening, physically exhausted, engulfed by the burden of love. But one of my clearest memories is standing in the nursery at 4 a.m., gazing at that tiny, priceless, sleeping face, before the nurse gently informed me that my baby was actually two bassinets down and that I was staring at someone else’s child. (Illustration by Jori Bolton for the Washington Examiner) My wife, our baby, and this stranger's baby were all housed in an overflow wing of Sibley Memorial Hospital. The hospital hadn’t been able to expand yet in reaction to the surge of babies born in the area, which mirrored the nation as a whole. Having a baby back then was cool. Frankly, Katie and I were riding a trend by having Lucy in the year 2006. All the biggest celebrities in America had babies...