I knew it had to happen soon. We couldn't loaf around the house together forever.
Louis took 9 weeks off when Athena was born, and that was pretty great. With my postpartum depression, I couldn't have lived without him. He did everything a doting mother would do. Had he been able to produce milk, well he would have breastfed too. That's just how he rolls as a dad.
Today, almost 5 months after Zofia was born, he went back to work. Almost 5 months that we got to hang out as a family all day every day. Yep. Louis took that much time off of work. We went to parks, we went to the zoo, and we sat around and did nothing. It was freaking awesome. He bonded with both of his daughters more than most get to and hung out with me.
I'm sitting here staring at the computer trying to think of the right words to use to describe my gratitude. There just aren't any. There is not another man on the planet that I would want to share baby duties with.
But you know what? I get the impression that our situation irritates people; at the very least they find it ridiculous. (I also wonder if people think I'm inept and that's why I make him stay home with me.)
Could it be jealousy? Could it be that they just don't understand our lifestyle? I don't know, but we've worked really hard to be able to do this. We live very modestly and I was a tyrant over our money leading up to Zofia's birth. This is more than likely our last baby and I wanted to make it so he could enjoy this whole family thing just as much as I can.
There is something to be said for very modest living.
Here's this past week in pictures as taken by Athena. (Photography is her new hobby.)