With emotional rollercoasting crying over anything, Martin handled it by sympathising or ignoring it (haha but it worked). He would be cornered to the side of the bed as the pregnancy pillow took over. He had to deal with all my dribble on his clothes as I fell asleep anywhere when I was too tired. He would relunctantly (maybe they smelled?) tie my trainers laces or put my shoes on as I couldn’t bend down easily for every outing. Even putting the pregnancy belt round me or helping me squeeze into clothing that I refused to be too small for me. Loving me and my bump whilst it grew to a melon size. Teasing me as I walked like a penguin at the pace of a snail. Forced to carry anything heavy from my bag or taking the bin outside . Dealing with my tantrums when I felt inadequate about anything. Cooking mountains of dishes as I was a pig (and still am). Chauffeured where ever I needed to as I couldn’t drive well. Reading and talking to Bump lentil everyday. Forced to give me back rubs and stroke my skin as everything hurts. Being my 999 support aid 24/7 when I needed him.
Tackling those moments from the moment Joshua was pushing to get out into this world. Martin had sleepless nights like any new dad. (He seems to now sleep through easily – lucky him!!) He would be the target of Joshua’s urine fountain (Always puts a smile to my face when this happens). I would save the mahoosive yellow poo nappies for him (Ahahahaha) . Martin knows how to calm Joshua till he falls asleep with him for a nap. Horse games and sing alongs to entertain Joshua throughout the week. Carrier and pramming anywhere. Funny noises or great stories shared to Joshua. Even calming and reassuring Joshua whilst he manically craves for food (like his mummy). All of this whilst working, cleaning and meeting my demands (which is never ending), along with my bitchiness.
He’s been the best partner to me and an amazing dad to Joshua.
HAPPY FIRST FATHERS DAY!