“Can you get back to your duties now?” he said without even greeting me. “I’m hungry. And your child won’t stop screaming.” YOUR child. Not “our.” He didn’t ask how I felt. He didn’t ask what had happened. He was just waiting for me to start serving him again. And that’s when my patience snapped…
“You should have calmed him down by now,” he said without even turning his head. And that was it for me. I felt myself falling, but I couldn’t do anything. My ears were ringing. I saw the baby slipping from my arm, but I managed to press him to my chest. The last thing I…
I believed him. I was afraid to be alone. And now… I’m alone anyway, just with a baby in my arms. He doesn’t help with anything. Even handing him the bottle is a tragedy. When I don’t manage to cook dinner on time, he looks at me as if I’ve failed an exam: “Can’t you…
My husband has been sitting on the couch for three hours now. One leg over the other, phone in hand, chips, the remote, and a dirty mug on the table. I’m rocking the baby. My hands are shaking. My head is pounding. I can’t remember the last time I had a proper meal. And yet…
I took care of the newborn baby all by myself while my lazy husband lay on the couch yelling that dinner still wasn’t ready; one day I couldn’t take it anymore — and I decided to teach him a lesson 😢😱 I don’t know what day of the week it is today. Maybe Thursday….
But after a few minutes, our daughter, still pretending to be a very serious grown woman, slowly walked closer. She touched the blanket with her fingertip, looked at her brother, and almost whispered: — Well… okay. He can live with us… for a little bit. Then you’ll bring me a big one. A good…
Mommy… why did you do this? I thought you were going to give me a big brother. But he’s small! My dolls are bigger than him. Take him back. I want a big one. Like Daddy. My husband turned pale, then red, then turned away coughing to hide his laughter. I bit my lip so…
It was as if she was thinking, or searching for the right words, or simply trying to understand why this small, wrinkly creature was in her mom’s arms. She looked up at me, then back at the baby, scrunched her nose, puffed out her cheeks, furrowed her brows… and suddenly said something that left…
I was scared. I was afraid she would feel unnecessary, forgotten, replaced. So every day I talked to her — stroked her hair and told her that a little brother was growing in mommy’s belly, someone she would have to love and protect. She seemed to understand. Or pretended to. Who knows what goes on…
After giving birth, my husband brought our older daughter to meet her baby brother, and when she saw the newborn for the first time, she said a sentence that left both of us completely shocked 😲😲 When I found out we were having a boy, my first feeling was pure joy. But almost immediately,…