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The first week of Issac's life if amazing, but hard

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The first week of Issac's life if amazing, but hard. Victoria and I barley get any sleep. He cries so much. When he's sleeping we are both worrying if he's breathing or not. He wants to eat all the time. It's just crazy.

I love the little guy so much so it's hard to complain about him.

Victoria sighs as she lays him in his bassinet, "Finally sleeping."

I pull her into my arms, "You need to sleep."

She shakes her head as she yawns, "I'm fine. You need to sleep."

"We both need sleep." I say.

"I know." She lays her head on my chest, "I want to, it's just hard."

"I know." I say, "We are both scared but we can't be surviving off of like two hours of sleep a day."

She yawns again, "I know. He's just-,"

Isaac starts crying.

Victoria gets off of me and picks him up, "It's okay. You don't need to cry, you are fed, changed, I don't know what else you want."

Issac stops crying and holds on to her shirt.

She sits on the bed.

I pat the bed in between my legs, motioning for her to sit there.

She does.

She leans her back into my body and I hold her as she holds Isaac.

Isaac falls back asleep with his pacifier in his mouth and his hand laying on Victoria's chest.

"Are you comfortable?" Victoria asks me.

"Yeah," I start to gently play with her hair, "Are you?"

"Mhm." She hums.

I pull the blanket over them, making sure to not pull it up to much so it doesn't cover Isaac's face.

"Thank you." Victoria mumbles, "I love you."

I kiss her head, "I love you, my sweet girl."

I feel her breathing start to get heavier and I know she's fallen asleep.

She's exhausted. She's always worrying if she's doing a good enough job as a mom. She's afraid to turn out like her parents.

I know that because I too am I afraid to turn out like my parents.

But I know I won't.

As much as Isaac cries, I haven't once gotten mad at him.

He's just a baby, he needs care. He needs love. He can't get up and do shit by himself. He needs people to do them for him. His parents.

Being a dad, is the best thing that has ever happened to me, along side Victoria, of course.

I can't even begin to think how my parents or Victoria's parents could hurt us how they did.

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