I’ll never forget when my oldest son William was placed on my chest. He was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen in my whole life. I couldn’t believe that this perfect little bundle was mine. He was everything I ever imagined. As much as I was in pure and head-over-heels love with my little baby boy, I was also terrified those first few weeks. I was afraid to give him a bath (what would I do if he cried?). I was afraid to put clothes on him (what if I hurt him while trying to put his little arm through the onesie?). I was afraid to make him a bottle (what if the water was too hot?). All these fears raced through my mind… and then some.
Who got me through all those special firsts?
My husband’s mother owns a daycare, so throughout his entire life, he’s been around babies and toddlers and children. Nothing phases him, nothing. I’ll never forget standing in our hallway with my baby William back in September of 2004… I was trying to build up the courage to give him a bath, but I just couldn’t. My husband swooped in like Superman. He showed me how to do it all – change a diaper, give a bath, make a bottle, swaddle a baby, soothe a crying baby, burp a baby, everything… he was my lifesaver throughout it all.
It’s funny to think how scared I was for first baths and diaper changes and late nights, but I was… little did I know I would go on to have 4 more babies!
Through it all, my husband has been there. He’s kind of been like that unsung hero for me. I’ve never understood women who have partners who don’t help out. I couldn’t imagine doing this without my husband’s help. I’ve never been able to properly thank him, truly from the bottom of my heart. I’ve always known how much my husband has helped me and it’s something that I cherish.
I never knew just how much I needed him the summer of 2013, the summer our Victoria was born.
My c-section with Victoria wasn’t easy for me this time around, not to mention… with 4 additional kids running around, there’s never really a “down minute” in our house. I had a very difficult timing healing from my c-section after I had Victoria. I couldn’t walk for 5 weeks without severe pain in my left side. It was a very tough time for me. I couldn’t do anything other than sit. I couldn’t hold Victoria while standing. I couldn’t even get a glass of water without shooting pain. We were back and forth to the hospital a number of times throughout the summer trying to figure out what was wrong. We finally were able to find out that I had a nerve that had been stitched and that it was going to take up to 8 weeks for the pain to stop. I was glad I found out what was wrong, but it really made for a difficult time for me.
Throughout this time, I was trying to enjoy having my beautiful baby girl and all of her firsts… and keep it together for my sons. Not to mention, my daughter was born with a hemangioma on her head and we were taking her to Boston Children’s Hospital to make sure it wasn’t anything too serious. And… well, I was still a nervous wreck about my husband and his recovery from the cancerous tumor he had removed.
To say I was in a bad spot mentally, emotionally and physically is an understatement.
Through it all… it was husband who kept everything going. He got up EVERY SINGLE NIGHT with our daughter for the first 6 weeks of her being home. He did first baths with her. He did first bows in her hair. He got first smiles from her. He did first diaper changes. He was there for it all for her. I know after awhile he was exhausted, running on little fumes… but kept the house going, the kids happy and got everyone to where they needed to be. I don’t know how he did it, but he did. He did with a smile and without complaining. It truly meant the world to me. Even as I sit here now thinking back, I have tears streaming down my cheeks. He was my rock. He was our family rock.
He took the reigns for all those special first moments for me with our William when I was scared so long ago… and he took the reigns for me with our Victoria for her firsts when I was healing… he’s just always been there, without question, without asks, without hesitation – and I love him to the moon and back for that.
Oh, yes.. all those magical firsts. They mean so much and are precious moments to remember.
There’s nothing more joyful or rewarding than your baby’s first moments. Hearing that first cry, welcoming that first tiny grasp, feeling their first embrace as they snuggle up against you; you know that you are experiencing something extraordinary, and the start of a beautiful journey together with many more “firsts” to come.
Pampers is honored to be a part of the journey of amazing firsts for millions of families around the world. Pampers created a beautiful and heartwarming video to celebrate of those “firsts” moments with babies.
In honor of this sentimental look back, I’d like to thank my husband who made a difference in our baby’s (all of them!) special “firsts” moments.
To celebrate the “firsts” moments, I’m excited to have an AMAZING “Celebrating Firsts” prize pack to giveaway to one of my readers.
The prize pack includes items that will help you commemorate these special moments such as a digital camera, memory/scrap book, $50 gift card to Shutterfly.com.