Dear man,
I need help. Yesterday night was difficult for you. I asked you to see my baby because I needed a lot of sleep early. The baby was crying all the time. I heard and felt a stomach discomfort. I was jealous of what to do. I would go down and save you by taking it, or closing the door because I desperately needed sleep.
You walked in the room after 20 minutes while he was still crying. You put it next to my bed and stretched out on the other side. A clear gesture you showed up and had given up on it. I came to yell at you. I was about to start a super-hassle from the moment instantly. Was not it enough to have the whole day I was dealing with children? I would stay awake all night because I would care for him and his food.
The only thing you should do was take care of a few hours. Did I ask you a lot?
I know we've grown more or less in the same style of parenting. Our moms were the ones that took care of the most, and the fathers had given up on the colossal work of raising a child. They were great fathers, but they did not spend time feeding us, sleeping or changing diapers. The superpower was mammoth. They cleaned, cooked, and raised us. Any help from the father was welcomed, but unexpected.
I see that and we go more and more towards this style. The responsibility to care for the whole family, to keep the house clean, and to go back to work, is mine. I blame myself for this. I believe it can come true and what is the truth, I want to go.
Maybe our moms have suffered in silence and now after 30 years they do not even remember the challenges they were going through every day. But I want to tell you: I need help! I need your help!
Part of me feels as if I'm asking for this, but I need it. You're a great dad and you've done an unprecedented job with him. Anyhow, you must understand that I am a man who sleeps only 5 hours a day and falls into the bed. I need you.
In the morning, I want to make my son ready so I deal with another baby and get ready for breakfast. And when I say * ready * I do not mean to take it and sit it over the TV. I want to feed her, give it water, overwrite it, and get her school bag ready.
At night I want to sleep at least if our baby is crying out of his room, but at least you are caring for her. I know it's hard to hear a crying baby but if I do this for the whole day you can do it for 2 hours.
During weekends I need a break. I just want to go out alone and feel like a man. Even if I take a ride to the confectionery we have nearby.
Then, at the end of all, I want to hear you're grateful for what I do. I want to know you've noticed that a washing machine has been put in and a good dinner on the table has been laid. I want to appreciate my waking hours when I breastfeed, though the next day I have to get up early to work. I wish you noticed that I never want you to stay at home when you have sports activities with your friends.
In fact, I would like to do it all and seem to have nothing to do with it. Instead I'm a red flag and I admit I'm a man. If I say that I need you and if I continue so, I will probably break. This would kill you, our children, our home, and our family.
Because let's accept it: You also need me!
