I have nothing but appreciation for my husband as the father of my babies. As a dad, he has a job that is just as important and valuable as mine as their mom. He works day in and day out, fully providing for his children. He is always willing to improve and do his best.
The day that the baby is born, a father is born too. I wouldn’t be the mom I am without his support.
My husband didn’t carry our babies but has protected all four of them since they were in the womb. He didn’t suffer the ailments of my pregnancies, but he accompanied me, cared for me, and sought me when I needed him the most. He shared half of our bed with a big u-shaped pregnancy pillow and satisfied every one of my cravings, even if it meant waking up in the middle of the night. When they told us my pregnancy was high-risk (I went through two high-risk pregnancies), he prayed over my belly and reassured me he was here for me.
My husband didn’t give birth to our babies, but he endured sleepless nights and anxious days during labor and delivery. He was my rock through those painful moments.
“WE got this, baby,” he said to me as the pain of my labors began to increase. He did all he could through every painful contraction to ease my pain by embracing me, giving me counterpressure, and praising my strength. With every push, he let me squeeze his hand. “You are so strong, my love! Here comes our baby! I am so proud of you!” At every birth, I could feel all the support in the air. He reminded me how powerful I was during my most painful, vulnerable, yet joyful moments.
My husband also helped me out of the postpartum depression that sunk me after our second baby’s birth.
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We cried together during our first night of “two-under-two,” and he reminded me that this feeling was only temporary. After every birth, he gave me his full support by changing diapers, rocking the babies to sleep, and bathing them. During every newborn night, he would get up and bring the baby to my breast so I wouldn’t have to during nighttime feedings. My husband brought me back to life in the times of uncertainty that the postpartum period brought with each baby. During a time of insecurities, he made me feel beautiful.
My husband takes over the load of raising our children with me.
He not only works long days to provide for us but comes home to exert his role as a dad. As the team that we are, he plays with our children, cleans after them, carries them, feeds them, bathes them, teaches them, and gives them comfort when they need it. He takes pride in our daily routines and partakes in the responsibility of maintaining our home, too. He cooks with me, cleans with me, and looks after my needs. What is best is that he doesn’t see it as “giving me a break” but instead views it as playing an active role as father and husband. He says that we are a team and truly can feel it.
The importance of a dad is never-ending. As for me, I wouldn’t be the mom I am if it weren’t for my husband’s endless support. It empowers me to be the mom I want to be.
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