Father’s Day

I think most pregnant women throughout their pregnancy think a ton about how their husband will be as a father. I know I did. We’ve always had a very equal partnership and I wondered if that would continue as we grew our family, since I had heard the opposite from so many other women.

Scott goes above and beyond for our son every day. I don’t know a dad who does more for his family and though I try not to get too braggy about all he does for us, I’m always making an effort to thank him and tell him how much I appreciate all he does.

In light of Father’s Day, if there is one day of the year that I am going to brag on my husband, this is it.

It started in the earliest days of my pregnancy. Him making sure I had enough sleep, proper nutrition, exercise, and foot massages – even though he can’t stand feet. It continued when we learned of Luke’s critical congenital heart defect – he researched, asked questions, became an expert on his son’s heart. I watched closely as he redid a bedroom for his unborn son – rebuilt a closet and chose paint color and decor. I saw his physical labor of love and determination to make things just right.

I remember the look on his face the night I was admitted to the hospital in a critical state, with the news Luke would have to be delivered early. He stayed by our side the entire weekend. He took care of us – of everything – when I was not even able to care for myself.

And when Luke arrived and was transported to St. Christopher’s Hospital for Children, he joined him immediately. He texted me photos and videos of our son for 3 days because he knew how hard I was struggling, having to be separated from them. I remember the phone call he made to me, such pride and joy and love in his voice, telling me what a “cool little dude” he is and how I have to focus on getting better so I can join them soon.

Scott was Daddy, but he was also Mommy to Luke in the first few days when I could not be present. He changed our son’s very first diaper, gave him pacifiers, participated in his care, held him and sat and talked to him for hours on end, day and night.

We were supposed to be there together – partners, parents – yet he did it all alone, and he loved him enough for the both of us.

I remember how he researched breast milk and proceeded to inform me of all the many benefits and the differences between foremilk and hindmilk and I recall thinking to myself, “who IS this man?”

I so distinctly remember how on multiple occasions he helped hold my pumping parts in place because I did not have a hands-free bra and hadn’t anticipated that I would need to pump because I wanted to nurse. How he brought me hot compresses, bottles of water, made sure I ate every meal.

I remember how he was my biggest cheerleader and supporter during the toughest days…and how he loved Luke more than anything in this world and would do anything for him, including waking up multiple times a night to feed or comfort him. How he would never leave his side.

I remember the way Luke slept on his chest for hours and how he loved every second of it. I remember the way his face lit up the first time he said “da da,” ate his first solids, rolled over and crawled, and took his first step.

I could go on and on about how he helps so much around the house, cooks dinner for us most nights or does sweet things like wash my car or refill my gas tank when he notices it is low.

And how during the extremely stressful and scary times of caring for a child with multiple medical needs and never-ending diagnoses, tests and procedures, brings you to your knees, he is always there, kneeling right beside me or ready with strong and open arms to lift us all up.

I think the bottom line is that he cares so much about our family that it’s natural for him to be a wonderful partner and father. It’s a quality I very much admire in him and one that I know will set a good example for Luke as he grows and learns about love and relationships.

I feel so fortunate to be able to celebrate Scott on Father’s Day, taking a moment to acknowledge all of the things he does, big and small, and how they make our time together as a family so special. How he always makes us feel so very special and loved.

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Grit & Grace Rising

Hi, I’m Laurel… I am a wife. I am a mother to Luke, born prematurely due to HELLP Syndrome. Luke was born with a congential heart defect and a kidney defect. I work in education. And I am gritty. I write the blog, Of Grit & Grace. It’s my space, my outlet and my way of working through some of life’s challenges. It’s my healing. I believe in living each moment to the fullest because tomorrow is promised to no one. I believe in seeing the blessing instead of the burden, giving hope to the hopeless, and walking by faith. I believe there is purpose in pain – we have to find it.

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