Despite being in the fog of pain medication I was put on during my surgery, the one thing I remember clearly that morning was how I felt when I saw you hold our baby.
It was like love at first sight.
Not for our baby (sorry Daisy) but for you.
Due to the operation, I was confined to my stretcher and not even able to sit up. I couldn’t even change her diaper for the first time. I felt useless at a time when I was supposed to care for my newborn.
But then there was you.
You were there from the start. You held my hand while the surgeons cut me up and tugged my belly open as they take out the most precious cargo I have ever carried. You held our baby when I physically couldn’t. You changed her first diaper when I could barely sit up.
I remember turning my head to watch you two in the corner. As you were changing her diaper for the first time, I thought, “Oh no he’s wiping back to front.” Instead of saying anything I just watched and smiled. The first of many things you had to learn in this new life of ours. I felt hopeful and excited for all the obstacles and learning curves to come. I could not be more in love with you. The love I felt for you at that moment was so overwhelming I could feel tears running down my cheek
Then the nurse came in and pointed out that you should be wiping front to back.
I smiled. I was happy.
Happy first fathers day, babe. We are far from being perfect parents and I appreciate you for trying your best to be a good father to our little Daisy. I know I have “high standards” sometimes but I know you work hard everyday to be a good partner and I couldn’t ask for more. I look forward to each day I get to wake up and see your face.
I love you farther than the moon and back.