Dear Jason

This post is going to be directed towards my wonderful husband.

Dear Jason,

I know that when I married you, you were a wonderful man. Over the past three years, you have proved that to me. However, since Jack was born, you have amazed me. You took care of me while pregnant and without a complaint, ever. I never realized just how awesome you would be.

The second we went into the hospital, you took care of me. You didn't flinch when the doctors performed yucky procedures. You helped me to the bathroom. You helped me get comfortable in bed. You held my hand during procedures. And when I had a bad reaction to the epidural, you put a cold washcloth on my head and talked softly to me. I don't think I can tell you just how much I appreciate all these things.

During labor, you kept quiet when I was breathing. You stroked my foreheard and didn't make me feel bad when I asked for the epidural so soon. You kept asking me if you could get me anything. When I did ask, you jumped right up and took care of me. Never with a grumble or a complaint.


I thought my love for you was complete, until I saw you hold Jack for the first time. Seeing you with your newborn son and the love in your eyes still makes me cry. They say dads don't bond instantly like moms do, but I don't believe it. They just need to take one look at you to see that it isn't true. You like at your son with awe and joy and love. I think it's because he looks just like you and you are able to "see" him as your's.


In the hospital when I wasn't able to get out of bed or pick up our baby, you took over all diaper changes and brought the baby to me when he needed to eat. Just watching you change a diaper and talk to Jack in such a soothing voice is so sweet. You never get angry or frustrated when he kicks his little legs or pees on you. I look forward to the voice that you use to "talk" to him.


You treat him like a little man, and on the days where I am a crying mess, you step right up. I love listening to you talk to him about video games or kiss his little face. I love when I find you snuggling with him or next to you on the couch playing Playstation. Like father, like son after all.


Not only do you take care of Jack like an old pro, but you take care of me. Last night, after I had made dinner and Jack was fussing, I tried to feed him and was okay with my dinner getting cold. Instead, you made me up a plate and brought me dinner before you ate anything yourself. It really truly is the small things in life that make my heart swell. You clean my breastpump supplies after I use them when in the middle of the night I am so groggy. Don't worry, I won't tell your friends.


How can you be any more supportive of me? When I get frustrated with breastfeeding, you are my rock and talk to me and tell me "Good job Mommy" even if the baby clearly isn't eating anything. You position him, bring me pillows, rub my shoulders and bring me water to remind me I need to be drinking more.


Jason, I love you so much. Words can't tell you just how much I love seeing you as a husband and a new father. You blow me away by just how much of a natural you are.

I love you more than words can ever relay. Thank you for being you. Thank you for being a great father to Jack and a husband to me.

Love,
Rachel aka Mommy