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One morning, I asked him to take a day off for my follow-up appointment. He scoffed: “A day at home with the babies? Should be a vacation.” I smiled and left, setting him up with bottles, diapers, and a detailed schedule. I watched the chaos unfold through the baby monitor.
When I returned home, I found him exhausted and humbled. He grabbed my hands, tears in his eyes: “I had no idea. I’ll never criticize you again. I’ll help. I can’t let you do this alone.”
That night, he stood beside me washing bottles. When Ethan woke at 2 a.m., he whispered, “I’ve got him. You rest.” Over the following weeks, he took early morning feedings, left encouraging notes, and approached parenting as a true partnership.
For the first time, I felt seen—not as a maid, but as a wife, partner, and mother. Our marriage strengthened because he finally understood: being home with babies isn’t a vacation—it’s the hardest job we’ve ever done.
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