Iâ€™ve always known Jon would make a phenomenal father. Neâ€™er an animal or child have I met that hasnâ€™t instantly been taken with Jon. Itâ€™s pretty amazing to think how crazy the journey to fatherhood has been â€“ and weâ€™ve only had the muppets in our world for three weeks.
At the very start of this muppet caper Jon brought home an adorable little black dress for me. It was my first piece of maternity wear. â€œYou can wear it to your shower,â€ he stated proudly. Iâ€™ve gotten to wear it once.
Jon sat next to me at the doctorâ€™s office, mouth agape, when we first heard the babies heart beats. He sat stoically as we realized they were plural â€“ a pair of babies.
During the first trimester, he tried to cook non-arf inducing foods. He never complained as he took away a dish on Friday that Iâ€™d loved on Tuesday. He stayed in on his 30th birthday because even the thought of a restaurant made me arf a little bit.
Jon was with me at 16 weeks when we learned we were having two boys. He took that afternoon and discovered the names for our boys.
He made it to the hospital in five minutes flat at 22 weeks when I was admitted to Labor & Delivery. He sat with me as the doctor refused to give us good news. He shuttled back and forth from home to the hospital during the next six weeks â€“ spending mornings and afternoons with me and taking care of our home during the evenings.
Jon sat awake all night on May 27 in an uncomfortable chair. He apologized to the nurses when I had a mild tantrum over the accessibility of water. He was by my side while I informed him that I did not like the contractions at all. He was the first to post on Facebook that we were about to meet the muppets when the doctors started prepping the OR.
He was the first to meet them after the whirlwind surgery circus. And he wheeled me over to meet them the next day.
Iâ€™ve seen him smile with a little man in his arms. And I couldnâ€™t agree more with Jonâ€™s assessment that â€œtheyâ€™re pretty much the neatest things Iâ€™ve ever seen.â€
To all those first time Fathers Day fathers â€“ may your kiddos bring you all the joy in the world (and a decreasing level of stress as they grow).
- The Catalanoâ€™s and little Jackson
- The Coopermanâ€™s and little Molly and Wyatt (Twins Rule!)
- The Dersomâ€™s and little Emmarie
- The Francesconiâ€™s and little Leila
- The Schulmanâ€™s and little Luke
- The Wrightâ€™s and little Jason
- All our fellow NICU parents â€“ whoever you are weâ€™re with you in hoping your babes grow up big and strong.
And these are just the little ones I know about.
To Grandpa Gustavo â€“ for decorating the house in pink streamers and blasting â€œThank Heavens for Little Girlsâ€ when I was born, for putting up with me during my teenage years, for lasting no more than 15 seconds before bursting into tears when I call to tell you about your grandsons.
To Jon â€“ hereâ€™s to our family. You were born to play this game.