I could feel the excitement when I told him we were expecting our first child but it was nothing compared to the Joy he exuded when he held his Son in his arms for the first time. I saw the twinkle in his eyes "The first sign of my strength" He would say.

Why was it so special? Asides the fact that the miracle of the birth of a child is always so special, My Husband had never thought this was going to happen, He got married a little later than most people in his age group when he least expected it and about a year later found out he was going to have a baby. It was surreal which made him all the more grateful for the blessing of a beautiful boy. While I was busy thinking I wasn't quite ready to be a Mum, He was over the moon and making fun of me.

It's been 3 months!

When we got home from the hospital, Our new baby woke up every 2 hours to feed what we did was at night the would be a bottle of expressed milk and whoever woke up first would feed him. I would nurse him if I woke up first or my husband would give him a bottle if he woke up first. It was a working arrangement for the first 2 - 3 weeks but then life started happening, knowing that my husband has worked all day and sometimes night, I would let him sleep and like that I started doing all the night feedings. This also spilled over being the primary care-giver, I did most of everything and my husband only carried him and played with him when he got back from work. I didn't see anything wrong with it until one day, I was EXHAUSTED and I made it a Daddy and Son day. I figured at the end of the day, the only reason why our baby is so attached to me is because I feed him, so I expressed milk enough to last him till evening and I just had a slow, sleepy day. On this day, My Husband did everything and I watched on the sidelines occasionally supporting when it was absolutely necessary. It occurred to me that in my attempt of being a considerate wife by shielding my husband from the day-to-day stress so he can attend to other things, I have deprived him of the bonding experience it brings.

I have seen my Husband in his different responsibilities, as Boss, Husband, Friend, Mentor but nothing is as delightful to watch as him being a Father. Over the past few weeks, I have seen their bond grow stronger, I have seen a more goofy husband - I will blame all the children songs they are both watching - and also seen that he actually enjoys being so involved in everything with regards to our son.

Already, I am the party pooper that doesn't allow them watch tv together because it's not appropriate for a baby. I can already tell that I would be a 3rd wheel if I am not very careful and I don't mind at all, it brings me so much joy to watch them grow in Love with each other. I am grateful for a Husband that made the decision to be involved and I know that without a shadow of doubt that He has our back.

I am learning everyday to resist the urge to do everything myself and let him do what he enjoys doing.

Happy Father's Day!