We aren’t your typical new baby household. Granny, single teen mom and new baby… and a cat and a dog. It’s not ideal, but it’s reality. After reading my friend Casey’s husband’s post on things mothers do better than fathers, I got to thinking…. that’s my role here. I’m the husband. The horribly older more estrogenny husband. I’m here to support my daughter in any way necessary and snuggle my grandson when needed.
Which is often I must say.
So in what ways is the GrannyHusband better than the RegularHusband?
Probably not too many except for that whole “I also have a vagina and have given birth before” thing. That’s a huge advantage over the male version in the early weeks after delivery.
I get how she felt after giving birth. The discomfort she felt. The struggles in feeding. The emotions that came over her as the hormones played havoc on her system. The feelings of inadequacy tempered with the feelings of overwhelming obligation. The desire to be taken care of while spending your time taking care of everyone else. That feeling that you need your mom right now.
And I did that part the best. Still doing it.
It’s getting easier around here. She’s more confident now. I see this amazing mom who is also my daughter, and I’m so thrilled at her ability to tackle her new job… and a bit jealous that she makes it look so easy. But because I’m that vagina-toting-GrannyHusband I also know that inside she’s doubting herself all the time. She’s worrying like every mother does and feeling like her best is never enough. But just looking in that baby’s eyes and seeing the love he feels for her… well, it makes my heart melt. And it makes her confidence grow more and more every day.
That’s all for now. I have to do the dishes and take the trash out.