Hubbie has been amazing. I’m looking after baby boy – feeding, changing, comforting, rocking to sleep, along with so much more – while he has been looking after all of us.
He’s up at night in an instant if I need it, and he’s doing almost all the ‘house’ jobs, as well as tending to the yard and still working full time.
I tell him he’s the best, but he says I am, calling himself the Pippen to my Jordan.
Awww. Omg. Huge compliment.
He hasn’t been alone in his care. Baby girl has been something else. She’s old enough to recognise my silent cries for help, to read the exhaustion in my face, and she doesn’t ignore the tears either. She often gives me hugs and kisses, telling me I’m doing great, affirming to me to keep positive.
Saying everything is gonna be alright.
But tonight was the clincher. I got worried once again about how the night would proceed, and the distress was written all over my face.
I went upstairs with baby boy to begin the lengthy night, and it was only once Hubbie joined me upstairs after putting her to bed that he told me what she did.
Once I had gone up, she had stood at the bottom of the stairs, both fingers crossed, looking upstairs, whispering “please please please let him sleep tonight.”
On these still-too-frequent long and difficult nights, having the love and care of hubbie and baby girl is the difference between going insane and getting by… bit by bit.
Cry by cry.
Wake by wake.
Night by night. 🙏❤🙏❤