On April 8, 2014, my wife became a mother—in our living room, waist-deep in a tub of water, at 4:30 in the morning. I was in the tub with her, and I had a headache. It wasn’t the only thing I felt that morning. My essay on my wife’s pregnancy and the birth of my son was published on Esquire’s website, along with some black and white photographs I took along the way.