@vigilantrogue My husband and I never wanted kids, until I changed my mind. It took him a long time to come around, and I knew he would be a good father, but I didn’t know he would be a freaking amazing one. That man attended a breastfeeding class with me during pregnancy, memorized all the holds and all the information and reassured me and had tips when it was hard, and was my biggest cheerleader and supporter through two and a half years of breastfeeding. When she was a newborn, if I wasn’t doing skin-to-skin, he was. It was important to him to facilitate a bond early, and boy did he ever! When our daughter was three weeks old and I was exhausted from not sleeping for more than two hours uninterrupted, he ordered me to take a nap, gave our daughter her first bottle, and let me sleep for hours. When she was four months old and I was struggling with anxiety and depression (from lack of sleep), he moved her from our room to her nursery and camped out on the floor next to her, got her up when she woke, brought her to me, waited while she nursed, changed her diaper and put her back to bed. For two months. When at age three she was still waking up every morning at 4:30/5am, he started getting up with her in the mornings so I wasn’t a zombie all day. (He doesn’t need as much sleep as I do - something we’ve talked about extensively and I am always willing to step in when he needs a sleep.) While I am a sahm and do all the cleaning and kid-chauffeuring, he cooks dinner most nights. He’s been to almost every doctor’s appointment, conference, and other event she participates in. He carries her on his shoulders everywhere we go even though she is six and all legs and elbows. He is affectionate and caring and loves spending time with our girl. We have a family dynamic that I love - chill, fun, and loving. He encourages me and is the best partner I could ask for, and I would not do life with anyone else.
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