our first child has turned a year old and it is amazing how my wife takes care of things with child in hand. I couldn’t be more proud at the mother shes become so far!
(I hope this is conveyed well.) Take plenty of photos of all of you together. It’s a great way to bond and there is scientific evidence that we hold episodic memories from photos (among other things.)
Also, we never know for sure when something unexpected might happen to any of us. So it is better to save photos of those memories with significant others, family, friends, etc.
Pretty personal stuff. But I will try and keep that part short. She got a diagnosis. Nothing world ending but nothing pleasant either. And the only thing she could think of was ice cream. Again, the details are nobody’s business. So I fast forward to the important part. She processed the whole stuff while I was still trying to hold a grasp. She is way stronger and more mature than I. Her positive attitude is not an act, it is her very being. I on the other hand flip my shit when I catch the flu.
Watching her give birth to our daughter. No drugs. Just natural child birth (in a hospital).
Years later, discussing childbirth with her (now) 20yo daughter (my step daughter), when asked why she did it that way for all three of her kids, she simply said it was something she wanted go go through, to feel connected to the experience of having her kids.
Awe and pride don’t even begin to explain what I felt (and still feel) for my wife.