I didn't say the words "you're not helping me enough." I didn't give him an attitude either. Instead, I have been taking care of our 5 week old day in, day out, silently suffering sleep deprivation and keeping our son my top priority. He goes to work while I'm on leave. He sleeps in the guest bedroom to ensure he's rested for work. He pays the bills while I take a cut, sure. But I'm doing a lot. I didn't want to have to say so, so I didn't. For the last five weeks, I watched him avoid feeding his son on weeknights. I saw him compliment how maternal and nurturing I am with our son, knowing he was just trying to convince me the baby is better off in my arms. I watched him sprawl out on the couch, even on the weekends, watching movies while I changed diapers and fed our son. I heard him come up with reasons to run here, run there, run any errand to avoid being on diaper duty. To have known my husband to always be so loving and helpful, it made me sad to notice the distance he was creating from our son. I didn't want to say "I need your help" because I didn't. My mom raised me without help. It can be done. What I wanted was for him to magically realize that he wasn't doing enough. Honestly, I was starting to resent him. I wanted him to want to bond with our son more. I wanted him to somehow come around. And finally, he has. I don't know what happened, what hit him, no idea. But he sent me for a massage last weekend. And he encouraged me to spend all of yesterday shopping and getting my hair done, all while he took care of our son. Yesterday and today, he woke up with the baby early and told me to go back to bed while he took care of him. Tonight he said all the right things: "I've realized that I wasn't helping you enough, even on the weekends. Your job is hard. What I was doing before... That's not gonna happen again." I just wanted to take a minute to thank GOD for whatever hint he sent to my husband.