Dad of Two

This week has been big for our family. BIG. We were thrown into planning for a c section a week ago. Quinn was born on Monday. So many people have pitched in since then to help us! Then Thursday, on the same day we are bringing Quinn home from the hospital, Cash started school. Then yesterday, instead of going to pick up Cash at 3pm, we were rushing across town to get to the pediatrician’s office after one of Quinn’s screenings came back elevated (the one for congenital adrenal hyperplasia) so my parents stepped in to pick up Cash. And tonight Cash seems to have already picked up some germs at day care which are being accompanied by diarrhea and some wicked diaper rash. And all this time, Colin is also taking care of me, helping me in and out of bed, making sure I’m drinking enough water and eating enough calories, and that I don’t overdo it.

 He is currently cuddled up in bed with Cash, who is trying so hard not to be miserable with this cold/virus he has going on. But he’s just pitiful, and uncomfortable. He wound up falling asleep draped over Colin’s arms so that his poor bottom wasn’t touching anything because it’s just so sensitive. 

There’s not much I can do for him because of my recovery and my stitches. It’s extremely hard not to put his needs before my own, even knowing that’s not really what’s best for anyone. I feel so fortunate that Colin and Cash’s relationship extends well beyond what is typical for fathers and sons. 

Colin is so comforting, so nurturing, with all of us. He takes such good care to make sure we all have what we need. He’s the most giving, caring, kind, loving, person I know. I can’t believe our boys are so lucky that they get to have him as their dad! 

I’ve never made a better decision than choosing him to be my husband. He’s practically perfect. He handles all this crazy chaos in stride. He keeps me grounded and helps me see life from a much better vantage point. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me