My son's Dad is the stuff dreams are made of.
My son's Dad is the stuff dreams are made of. Admittedly the first week we came home from the hospital was dodgy. Poor guy was so scared to do anything that he did nothing.
One exhausting week later, my patience ran out, I told him in no uncertain terms that if he had the fun part making the baby, now he had to do some of the hard stuff. to my great surprise & amazement, he turned into a whole new person. Out come the nurturer.
Poopy nappies pose no threat to this man. He just cranks up the fan, grabs some wet wipes, no problem. This poor man would wake up with me at night just to keep me company while I breastfed. Okay, so sometimes I would hear snores in the air, but the thought was there!!
He plays with his son, teaches his son, catches his son when he falls. he wipes the tears, cleans the scrapes, gets the laughs.
It all pays off though. 17 months later, he & our son are as close as ever. Robert knows his Daddy is there for him whatever, whenever. And that gives him the kind of security that is priceless.