Believe it or not, Ezra is ONE today. Reminiscing over the past year, I can’t help but think of how wonderful his daddy is.
Fletcher was an absolute rock during a long, difficult labor, not once pressuring me to get meds and supporting the decisions I made. Massaging and holding me and praying for 17 hours.
He has been nothing but supportive of nursing, never even mentioning formula during the painful first two months, as he knew that would be even more upsetting to me, and he’s completely supportive of nursing until Ezra makes the independent decision to wean himself.
When we’re having a rough night, he’ll get up and rock Ezra back to sleep, even when it takes an hour or more.
He leads our family, prays for and with us every day, and is willing to take leaps of faith that most would think absolutely ridiculous, but absolutely perfect for us.
He takes time on his days off, the mornings he’s home, and when he gets home from work around 9pm, to just play with his son, give me time to shower, think, read, and have adult conversation with him. He’s always looking for things we can do as a family. He has never once said that he'll "babysit" Ezra. He is his daddy and loves spending time with him when I have a meeting or run errands by myself.
He has been a huge cheerleader while I work towards a Labor Doula certification and is encouraging me to get a Certified Professional Midwifery license when the time is right.
He’s my amazing husband and Ezra’s wonderful daddy. And we both love him so much.