Love and nappies

As I listened through the monitor to my husband trying to get our baby to sleep I suddenly had a thought that I was pretty sure it was our anniversary. And I’d forgotten to buy him something. As the baby cried, and I listened to my husband quietly singing a song to him, shushing him, gently imploring him to sleep, I thought about our children and how they’re clearly the greatest thing to come out of our partnership.

But something else has emerged as well – my husband as a father.

We have been together happily since we met as teenagers. But seeing him as a father feels like I have had the wonderful good fortune of falling in love with a wonderful man twice.

He is an excellent father. We never know when we choose our partners just what kind of parents they will be. We can guess, by how they talk about children, how they act around nieces or nephews, slightly tipsy conversations at 3am… But we don’t know, until we’re there and then there’s no going back. I imagine it is the most devastating thing to embark on this journey and find your partner will not step up to be the parent they need to be.

My husband is a different father than I thought he would be. He is as relaxed as I thought he would be – but he has a determination to be a good father that I didn’t expect. He thinks carefully about what kind of parent he wants to be and he adapts. I knew he would likely roll with the punches, as he always does, but he seems to enjoy the relentlessness of parenting in a way that always surprises me.

Today a journalist from Radio NZ came to our house to interview me and some other mothers about antenatal depression. She also talked to my husband. He asked that his face not be shown, he is notoriously shy, quite the opposite of his mouthy, loud, extroverted wife.

One of the first questions asked was about sleepless nights. He said he didn’t mind as it was ‘all part of the job’.

It probably isn’t an answer that would delight a journalist – but to me, it says everything about my husband.

And it also says a lot, I think, about love and parenting. Really being there matters. Accepting our children as well as loving them matters. And sometimes love is as simple and as profound as giving up sleep and not minding.

That may not sound very romantic. But actually I really believe that great love isn’t candles and red roses and extravagant gestures (I’m generally suspicious of these things…)

Great love is putting the baby to sleep again and again and again and again even though it’s easier when your partner does it because they have boobs or they smell a certain way or whatever. Great love is gently taking the baby from your partner’s arms when they fall asleep feeding them even though you could just carry on watching TV. Great love is taking over when your partner can’t take it anymore. Great love is doing that before it gets to that point. Great love is all of the little things.

You may say – well isn’t that just being a parent? And yeah, it is. But many parents don’t step up. And it is different when you have very, very small children – the burden is usually on the person who spends the most time with the baby. Baby gets used to being close to them, having them put them to sleep, being fed by them…all of that relentless day-to-day stuff. As a partner, it would be easy to just say ‘well, you can get them to bed easier so you do it’ or ‘you know how to do a nappy better than I do’.

But this isn’t great parenting, and it isn’t great love. Because a nappy isn’t just a nappy. When you’re exhausted, one more nappy can feel like a lot. Like everything.

So on our anniversary I would say to my husband – thank you for all of the nappies. For always being a present husband and father. For never taking the easy option. Thank you for all of the little things.

I would tell him I miss him. Those nights when we don’t end up in the same bed because he’s in with our toddler and I’m in with our baby – Those nights are hard. Or when we’re so tired we can’t talk. It feels like a long time since we have seen each other even though we see each other every day and night.

I’d tell him I miss him but this is worth it and there’s nobody else I’d want to be tired with. Nobody else I’d want to share this with. That I think about the years we spent together just us and sometimes I feel jealous of the children in his lap – but how I also love that this life suits us so much. Suits him so much.

I’d want him to know that being a great husband and a great dad isn’t easy – but it’s important. And I love how committed and dedicated he is to being both.

I’d say that seeing him as a dad has made me fall in love with him all over again. That it has been a privilege and I’ve learned so much from him about how to be a parent. That he’s just as important to our little family as I am (even when the baby only wants me – it’s just my boobs I promise).

I’d recite the reading from our wedding:


Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.

Because this is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.

That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.


Never has it felt more true than since we became parents.

Love is nappies. And 40 minutes rocking and shushing and rocking and shushing your crying baby.

Relentless and tiring and tough and strong and beautiful.

Happy Anniversary Mr B.



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11 Comments on “Love and nappies

  1. Beautifully written. The reading from your wedding is perfect and I can relate in so many ways to those ebbs and flows of our relationship. There is nothing like that feeling of true partnership and love in the tough times.

    I too have a relaxed husband but I’m not sure he puts the same effort into thinking about how he can be the best dad he could be. We’re having some interesting discussions now the kids are reaching teenage-hood.

  2. Nailed it. Husband has slept alone with baby for the past week and half as we try to get her to sleep through the night. He’s just the best man I ever met.

  3. Omg yiou know I have always loved your mister from the start cos though I know I”m a talker i got instantly that he isn’t and he has always done such a good job in my family and you are all great!

  4. I could not agree more or like this post more. My husband and I have also been together since we were teens and had ten years together before we became parents. Then we popped some sprogs out and I fellin love with him all over again. Seeing my husband be such a wonderful father adds a whole other layer of intense love. I also think there’s little sexier than seeing your partner be a wonderful parent. I’m so glad he’s the person I am on this journey with.

    (Something glitched as I typed this on my phone so you may get a stunted version of this reply appear too – sorry!)

  5. Oh Emily, thank you, and Happy Anniversary. You deserve a treat or ten! This post made me cry. Because so much of it rang true for me; it is amazing and awesome to watch your best friend and love evolve into a new and even more amazing kind of person as you become parents together. I’m so grateful, and humbled, too that my husband learns, grows and parent alongside me and (almost) unfailingly changes the middle of the night nappies while I get an extra five minutes of sleep. Yesterday morning as I got out of my much awaited weekend-solo-shower I smiled so much as I listened to my husband playing the guitar to our son – making up songs to go with the different insects in his favourite book, and making him laugh. Thanks for finding the grace and wonderfulness in the hard stuff.

  6. So lovely, so true. Makes me very sad and jealous that this was not the experience I had after my daughter was born. My husband was one of the ones who didn’t step up.

  7. You are very lucky. My heart hurts when I read this. My hubby didn’t really step up until a few months ago. My daughter is 6, my son is 3. I had PND twice. He had PND too. But where he stepped away mentally I had to take one or two or three extra steps to cover for him, despite the mess I was in. I can’t describe hoe hard it was, how alone I felt. And yet, I do love him. I loved him through it all. I chose him and no other. And the joy of seeing him step up now is amazing!

  8. I really enjoyed reading this and can really relate. We have one 11 month old and I’ve been so impressed by how good my husband is with him. He wants nothing but our son’s happiness & if that means getting up with me at 3am to help settle baby, even though he works and I don’t at the moment, then he’ll do it without being asked to. Often we disagree about the best way to do things which irritates me (my way is obviously the best way!) until I remember that my husband is not picking a fight with me, he’s just more concerned with our sons welfare than with keeping the peace. So thoughtful and so beautifully written, the best thing I’ve read in a while.

  9. it is as if you took the words right out of my mouth. Your husband may well as be mine. Happy anniversary to you both. I’m off to show this article to my hubby.

  10. This was really lovely. I am pregnant with our first, and am so excited to watch my husband become a Dad. We have also been together since teenagerhood and have had 12 (?) years with just us. It’ll be a change to be three rather than two but it’s very exciting.

  11. This is so sweet, and this is totally what I want! You two are such a loving couple <3