I was freshly twenty-one when I was discharged from the hospital with an ooey-gooey lump of baby. I weighed approximately that of a VW Beetle, couldn't walk more than three feet without weeping from pain, and I was terrified.
I'd never had a younger brother or sister - hadn't even babysat a child younger than eight. I had no idea what to do with this baby who screamed like he was possessed. Well, I did know what to do, but it involved a lot of unproductive weeping (on both of our ends).