SO I am still a bit off track, my head full of yuckies and I’m in recovery from a nasty flu. The baby? Oh, he had croup, no biggie. We both saw professionals.
Don’t get too excited about seeing a photo of my mountain man wearing mom jeans – it didn’t happen – we don’t keep “mom jeans” in our house…but he did take over my mothering duties for a few days.
I felt bad about this abrupt assignment shift and on the weekend of his birthday. In the middle of the night, I wake Dan up because the baby was crying and spitting up and I could barely hold the baby while feeding him. Dan couldn’t figure out why I would need help, I didn’t sound sick or look sick.
“YOu saw me give birth, you know I ain’t a pantywaist dude. I say I’m sick, I am sick.”
During the few days I was entirely useless, Dan was “mom” and dad to our 10 month old. He took his little boy to our favorite sushi restaurant Sakura and some of our other favorite shops in Springfield, MO, Dynamic Earth and Mama Jeans.
After lying in bed all day shaking with a fever, living from one minute to the next, my husband returns from his day in the city with our little boy to tell me baby was so good everyone complemented how good he was. Dan then asked me – feverish on the bed – if I could change the baby’s poopy diaper.
You can put a man in mom jeans, but you can’t make him a mom.
The entire house is happy Mom is in recovery.