Essential Baby Gear: Great Husband

I’ve pretty much known from the beginning that I scored in the husband department, but having a kid has confirmed it. My husband is already a great dad. He’s practically a natural. He was a little slow on diaper changes at first, probably because he has never experienced explosive poop or actually getting peed on. I mean, he left the baby’s bare butt on the expensive changing table cover. (That’s for looks, dude- use the cheap Target disposable liner on top. Or at least put a diaper under his heinie.)
But let’s get back to all the stuff that he does right.
He’s been forcing me to sleep. That has probably saved us at least 5 emotional breakdowns from me because I’m not exhausted.
He holds the kid.
He’s a good swaddler.
He goes to the store to buy stuff that we need.
He brought me whatever I needed when my butt was sore.
When I start crying because I don’t totally feel physically better yet, and am tired of needing help and not being able to move around as much as I want, he calms me down really kindly.

Above all he has been a good influence on me. He’ll put the baby in the Pack and Play, turn on our nanny cam, then go in the next room. I’d never think of doing that- leaving the baby in the next room- but it’s a rational and healthy thing to do. I’d be holding the kid on my chest the whole time, but I’m slothful enough as it is. It’s good for me to go shower or put up a blog post. Or say, eat breakfast. Or do some pelvic floor exercises and pelvic tilts to start getting my core back into shape.
I think my husband has already made me a more relaxed parent, because I tend toward paranoid stress bucket. I think this is why I’m able to put in my earplugs and sleep at night, rather than listening for every little noise. Babies can make a lot of damn noise in their sleep.

Oh my husband has also been making me laugh a lot.
A couple days ago, I’d do this thing where I’d act like a total bitch for no reason, and rather than responding meanly back to me, he’d say something totally funny and make me laugh while at the same time making me realize I’m acting insane.  Problem solved.

I am NOT happy my husband goes back to work tomorrow, but I’m lucky to have had him here as long as I did- a whole week. My mom comes up tomorrow, so that should make the transition easier.

PS- what scares the crap out of me is how randomly I met my husband- the fact that I could have easily not met him is too terrifying to consider. Because I don't believe in fate- that's just something that makes people feel better about how random the universe is.