This one is for the dads.
The dads who change the 3 a.m. diapers and hand you the baby to nurse.
The dads who provide the birth support you so desperately need.
The dads who help you step into mesh underwear and unwrap the pad for you with understanding eyes.
The dads who assist you out of bed, place their hand on your back while walking the hospital hall.
The dads who are the rock for the whole family, entertaining the bigs while tossing in a load of laundry.
The dads who wipe the postpartum hormonal tears and don’t ask why you are crying.
The dads who bag the breast milk, who make the bottles, and burp the baby, too.
The dads who are just as tired themselves but won’t say because they want everyone to be cared for.
The dads who look at your changed body, unkempt hair, milk-stained shirt and genuinely tell you how beautiful you really are.
It’s the dads like you who play more of a part than we moms can ever express to you.
So thank you over and over, dads.
We moms, we see you, appreciate you, and love you even more.
Originally published on Our Blessed Mess