While I was healing from my C-section, my husband chose to go on a trip with his friends — and the way he acted when he returned said it all.
When my husband, Jason, came back from his weeklong beach vacation, he walked up the driveway with a tan, a smile, and the kind of relaxed energy only someone without a single care in the world could have. He was expecting to step back into our home as if nothing had changed—maybe to be greeted with a kiss, a warm meal, and our baby girl waiting in her crib. But instead of me waiting by the door, he found his mother standing there, arms crossed, a packed suitcase at her side, and a look on her face that spoke louder than words ever could. Inside, I sat on the couch, holding our newborn daughter against my chest. My body still ached from the emergency C-section, and I was running on only fragments of sleep. Every movement felt heavy, every breath reminded me of the incision that hadn’t yet fully healed. The house was quiet except for the soft…
When my husband, Jason, came back from his weeklong beach vacation, he walked up the driveway with a tan, a smile, and the kind of relaxed energy only someone without a single care in the world could have. He was expecting to step back into our home as if nothing had changed—maybe to be greeted with a kiss, a warm meal, and our baby girl waiting in her crib. But instead of me waiting by the door, he found his mother standing there, arms crossed, a packed suitcase at her side, and a look on her face that spoke louder than words ever could. Inside, I sat on the couch, holding our newborn daughter against my chest. My body still ached from the emergency C-section, and I was running on only fragments of sleep. Every movement felt heavy, every breath reminded me of the incision that hadn’t yet fully healed. The house was quiet except for the soft…
