My Baby's Momma

This year has been an experiment in divide and conquer.  When times were bad and Myla was undiagnosed, not eating, and we had no answers, Lindsey and I would rotate who had strength and who was vulnerable.  We both had our bouts with uncontrollable emotionality.  During these, work, which was usually my stress, turned into my solace and Lindsey lived and breathed the stress of Myla’s illness, in the moment, ever day, all day.  I would feel guilt when I left every morning, but even with the horror of tube feeding and vomit, Lindsey heroically cared for Myla and cared for our family.  I joke and call her my superhero, but it’s really no joke.  Between tube feedings and cleaning up vomit, Lindsey kept our house beautiful, paid the bills, balanced our check book, did laundry, made our social plans, planned our weeks, and did every other thing that I don’t recognize and figured just got done.  Yes, she would break down every once in a while, but so does every good hero….Spiderman, superman, even ironman had his rough days.   When I get home on most nights, I am truly exhausted from work, but I know I have about an hour or so of Myla time before bed time.  My wife, my daughter’s mother, has a true sense of what I need when I get home.  She can sense if I need to sit down and rest, if I need to hold my daughter, or if I need a hug.  Her love and her patience for me is easily tested but always triumphs. 

As a mother, her strength has no equal.  Any moment of solace she has she deserves and then some.  This Mother’s Day has such a special meaning for me, as I am sure all will.  I wrote in the beginning of this blog that I can’t wait to tell Myla her own story of her first year of life, which is quickly coming to an end.  Her mommy’s strength, resilience, and tangible/guttural love will be co-starring in that story.  Lindsey Rae, happy first Mother’s day.  You have been and will continue to be my perfect complement.