“You got this,” were the words coming out of your mouth as I pushed our first out. In that moment, your eyes dazzled like I’d never seen before. So gentle. I watched you hold that tiny person so tenderly. For a moment you two were the only people in the world, even in a room where pure chaos had been happening moments before.
Carefully, you brought our baby back to me and watched me try to nurse for the first time. We didn’t know what we were doing, but we were doing it together.
Passionately, you watched me panic time and time again those first few weeks. Our baby wasn’t eating enough and I didn’t know how to fix it. You listened and called doctor’s and took time off of work to be there.
Lovingly, you held my hand (and the baby car seat and the oversized diaper bag) as we walked into the lactation consultant’s office. She told us we were a team and dad was equally as important as mom when it came to nursing.
Sleeplessly, you woke up with me every hour all night long to help me with the different tools we had been given. The nipple shield and the syringes, the burp cloths and the many diapers. You watched, you were interested, you were eager to help us succeed on our nursing journey.
Thoughtfully, you brought me my pump all those times I needed it, and then cleaned it better than anyone could have.
Supportively, you watched me cry when nursing didn’t feel good, and encouraged me to keep going.
Helpfully, you held up nursing covers, and passed me burp cloths, and packed extra clothes for all of the messy milk moments.
Proudly, you celebrated with me as our baby grew and hit milestones in every category.
Thankfully, you are mine. Happy Father’s Day, my love. I’m so proud of the daddy you are and today we celebrate you!
Welcome to Mom Monday, I’m so glad you’re here!
I’m Emily and currently chasing after a rambunctious 2-year-old, Elsy, and a sweet spirited 6-month-old, Avenly. Hopefully the information shared here will help fill you with as much joy on your nursing journey as I have received in mine