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I was recently reading someone describing a father in delivery as “feeding you ice chips, wiping your brow, cradling your newborn tenderly as you rested.” Now, before I delve into this, let me just add that my husband is wonderful, I love him dearly and he’s a great dad… However…
This is not what happened when my son was born. There were no ice chips being fed, no brow wiping, and no cradling (done by him once the crying started.) He was freaked out and like a dear in headlights. He was overwhelmed and I think shut down on me a little. Sure, he tried his best (heck, he even cut the cord!), but unless I was barking an order at him he just stood there with a look of terror on his face. I’m honestly shocked he ever wanted to have sex again after seeing that look go on for hours.
The magic moment I would have to say really came around midnight. I had been up for the last two days giving birth to his son (yes, two days) and said son...
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