November is Prematurity Awareness Month. To mark this I'd like to do some blog posting on my thoughts, experiences, and random healing ramblings. I'm going to be all ambitious and think I will get out all these thoughts in my head in several coherent well written blog posts...however I'm certain reality will hit and the dryer will buzz, my 3 month old will wake up, or I will remember it is bus stop time.....or something similar...
I was cleaning house and re-organizing pictures and came across this gem...back when we just became a family of 4 (and I am behind in blogging but we are now a family of 5...:-) )
Then baby is born...where does Daddy go? What does he do? Take pics? Stay with his beloved wife? Go meet his new son and pray that he is ok? Mama wants to know how baby is? What does he say? Does he tell her how he is struggling? Or just keep that fear to himself to bear alone and tell her how beautiful he is and how he has her nose?
Daddies are often the ones charged with all the driving on the trips to the hospital. Ones in charge of camera while mama gets snuggles because her hear and breasts ache for the baby the most. The one who is faced with the choice of being with the family or working and whatever the case is responsible for making sure the juggling act of paying bills actual works out.
Daddies are the ones who usually have to hold a crying wife and mother after she has reached her limit of exhaustion from waking up during the night to pump that precious milk and make the phone calls to the NICU to just make sure everything is still ok. Daddies have to be strong...
Daddies are the ones who wont let themselves break down but instead silently wonder if that little 2lb bundle in the isolette will ever be able to join him in the deer woods or build huge Lego creations.
Daddies are special too. And oh, so important. I'm so thankful that I was given the perfect one to be my partner in this journey. I pray that he knows how much I do appreciate him.