The day I had my daughter, Lainie, was one of the happiest days of my life. She was only 6 and a half pounds, ever inch beautiful. Kyle and I stared at her big blue eyes for hours and felt the rush of happiness all around us. Dad loved being a grandpa. He held Lainie for hours, not wanting to give her back to her mom for even feeding time. She became my little princess. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness swept over me as I clutched my little baby girl.