Bragging about Daddy.

     Did you know that back in the day husbands were not allowed in the delivery room? I guess it was frowned upon for men to see women in that state (I haven't done any research as to the real reason it wasn't allowed.) I can't even imagine how the people back then would react to what my husband was allowed to do when our son was born.
   Ever since I can remember I have told my husband that when I have a baby he is not allowed to "look down there!" I was beyond adamant about it. I had heard stories of husbands passing out or getting so grossed out that they couldn't look at their wife for weeks, and I didn't want that. He would always laugh at my insistent tone and claim he didn't think it would bother him but agreed to do as I asked. "You have to stay up by my head and look me in the eyes the whole time!" I would tell him.
  However, when the day finally came that was not what happened at all. I'm not exactly sure if the hospital was understaffed that day (Supposedly every delivery room was full that night, lots of babies were born!) or if this was a normal practice but my husband ended up holding one of my legs and helping me push. He stood by my side and cheered me on for 3 hours while touching my forehead and smoothing back my hair. You would think I was mortified knowing he was looking "down there" and actually helping the nurse, but instead I was beyond relieved that he was the one telling me what was going on and that I could do it. I loved hearing the excitement in his voice as the moment drew closer. My eyes were closed by this point but based on his tone I wouldn't be surprised it he was jumping with anticipation, a huge grin on his face.
  He told me constantly that I was doing so good and that I was amazing (Even though I felt like I had no idea what I was doing and was being a big cry baby.) I heard joy and so much emotion in his voice and it kept me going.
  When our son finally made his way into this world my husband gushed with excitement and joy. I loved seeing and hearing his reaction. If I had made him stand by my head the whole time I think he would have felt somewhat disconnected from what was happening and wouldn't have known how to encourage me. I am so thankful that he was there and helping. If anything this experience has brought us so much closer. He saw me at my ugliest moment; in the midst of crying, sweating, screaming, blubbering, and giving up. But he believed in me.
   This past week and a half he has been the best support system I could ever ask for. He's done laundry, cleaned the whole house, held Desmond while I slept, and held me as I broke down from exhaustion and emotion. To be quite honest I never knew my husband had all of this in him. He's always been an amazing and caring husband, but I had no idea the extent of his caring and helpful side. I am completely blown away by how he is as a father and husband. He is definitely a proud daddy. He loves holding our son and showing him off.
   I am so thankful for the man God has given me. He's my perfect match and I love him with all my heart.