And this in the bedroom:
They (meaning my endless supply of pregnancy and childbirth books) say that when a baby is born, a mother and father are also born. This may be true, but I think it is actually the last few weeks that have seen the rebirth of my husband as a father. I wish more than anything else that I did not have to work for these two months. However, I am starting to realize that this has been a time for my husband and my son to connect in a way that has changed both of their lives, and, though I am occasionally savagely jealous when I see the baby laugh up into my husband's face with a true delight that he seldom shows me, I am actually glad of it.