This week marked the first time that my husband has lived with a baby that is Avery’s age. When we had our first daughter, he moved to New York City when she was just six weeks old. He got a job offer the day she was born and it was too good to pass up. So while he packed up his things and moved, Harlan and I stayed in Florida so I could finish out the school year (I was a teacher).
My husband would come home on the weekends to see us, but two days makes it hard to get adjusted to a baby. He did the best he could for the little time that he had with us. I wouldn’t have changed our decision for anything.
When we had Avery, he joked to see which city he would move to next. I think it was only natural for him to be a little nervous because he has never really been around a newborn for long. Adding a toddler into that equation might have even made him more nervous.
Much to my surprise, his nervousness hasn’t showed at all. In fact, my husband has been a lifesaver these past seven weeks. He took a couple weeks off of work when Avery was born to help me get adjusted to having a newborn around and life with two kids. He took over the reigns of our toddler and had her bathed, dressed, and ready to go before I even got out of bed in the morning. He would take her to school and let me sleep with Avery since I was getting up at night with her. I watched their relationship flourish as they got into their new little routine.
Now that he is back at work he still manages to wake up with our toddler and get her bathed, dressed, and fed in the morning while he lets me sleep in until he has to leave. It’s something as simple as an extra hour of sleep that makes me love him that much more.
When he comes home from work in the evening he is able to tell immediately if I have had a rough day with the girls. If that’s the case, he will do his best to give me my time to myself. The other night he took both girls out on a walk around the city. That can sometimes be a huge undertaking, but he was up for the challenge. He did it just so I could have 30 minutes of peace and quiet.
He’s been a huge help with Avery, too. I’ve nicknamed him the gas whisperer because he knows exactly what to do when Avery is cranky with gas. When I feel like I have nothing left around eleven at night and all I want to do is sleep, he will take over and calm her in this magical way that I swear only he knows how to do.
I’ve always known that my husband would be a good father, but the love and compassion he has shown for his two daughters and for me makes him both an incredible father and husband. With his help in raising our two little girls, it not only helps me to be a better mother, but a better wife as well.
Thank you, MacKay. I love you.
How did your husband handle a new baby at home?