I had a surprise camping trip planned, a homemade card ready to be crafted, a book from James to be ordered and all types of other Daddy friendly pampering. I wanted to live up to the hallmark holiday because I do love myself a hallmark holiday. I had one deserving dad on my hands- always serving, guiding, sacrificing and I wanted to give a big thank you.
Fast forward to last Wednesday, when I called Marcus at 2 am, scream-sobbing, from the bathroom floor where James had just stopped breathing for a terrifying period of time & then projectile spit-up a extremely scary amount. He literally left work right away and stayed on the phone with me as I tried to take care of a very sick James. I was definitely shaken and crying, and even though he spoke calmly and was telling me what to do to keep his airway clear, I could hear the panic in his voice. Over the past 5 days, we’ve spent nursing a pretty sick James back to health (he’s not quite there yet-boo) That meant we wouldn’t be camping overnight, I scrambled to make a card on Sunday morning, his book never got ordered and there was definitely no daddy-pampering. The opposite went down- he slept sitting up in a chair holding the baby, got his fair share of baby bodily fluids all over, cooked for ME, and you get the pathetic looking picture. I was bummed. When we were stupid enough to take a hacking James to mass on Sunday, Marcus missed the Father’s Day blessing since he had to step out of the church after James had an explosive diaper alllllll over.
Yes, that was our Father’s Day reality and I am figuring it is good God taught me this lesson at the beginning of my parenting days in hopes I can only get a better grasp on real life as I go on. Marcus loved James long before he was born, he supported me in every way possible during my pregnancy and worked tirelessly through my labor and delivery with me. He provides for our family financially and spiritually, leading us in prayer. He was the my cheerleader during all the breastfeeding difficulties and such a servant and comfort during the whole postpartum period. He had the tender touch to lull a fussy baby to sleep as well as all the rough and tumble play James loves. Selfless with his time and comfort, Marcus is an inspiring parent and such a good example for me. There is no card or no present or no celebratory weekend that can give back enough all that he has given. And Thank goodness for that, since the snot trumped the celebration this weekend. Perhaps against our better judgment (but it was SO fun) we fake camped during the day and headed home at night- to the luxury of the humidifier and the crib. It was kind of like last year but even better since I didn’t bring along the nagging morning sickness with me. We all enjoyed our day camping, even the sicko and especially the man of honor. Then he spent all of Sunday and today catching whatever James has. Oh, Happy Father’s Day!
Marcus, I love watching you be a daddy!
James P and Daddy on Father’s Day 2013