So my husband and I were having a talk the other day about more kids. I was opening up to him about when my daughter was born in 2020. I had a traumatic C-section and he went back to work a couple days after we came home from the hospital because people told him I’d be fine. I literally had no one around to help. I was in constant pain and brushed off back my doctors office. I had no help from family or friends because of COVID. My parents came to visit one time. I remember they laughed at how silly I looked hunched over coming out of the kitchen with a PB sandwich because I was starving.

Anyways, I was telling my husband how with any future kids I’ll need help because I can’t have vaginal births so it will always be a hard recovery. He said that I was fine the last time and it wasn’t that bad. I cried and told him I was in so much pain the last time. I remember getting up in the middle of the night with our daughter and literally watching him take his pillow and put it over his head. He told me “well there was no sense in both of us being tired”. This just struck me. Like, that’s what new parents are tired. Even now I’m exhausted with toddler. He sleeps in on weekends because he’s the one that works. Which is slightly odd to me because I can’t sleep past 8 because my daughter wakes up.

I just think his thinking is very odd. Maybe I’m just being dumb.