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Some of you may know this, some may not, but now that I am back to work, O stays with daddy all day long. As in, 13 hours together with no mommy around. At first I was nervous, ok, terrified, to go back to work. I thought so many (sometimes rational, sometimes totally and completely irrational) thoughts, will he love her as much as I do? Will he give her enough kisses? Will he sing her songs like I do? Does he even know the words to any songs? What if he doesn’t burp her right? What if he doesn’t check her breathing 327 times during each nap like me? Will he change her diaper as often as I do, and when he does oh gosh, what if he wraps it too tight and her leg loses circulation?? And oh lord, what if he brings her out in public with no bow and an ugly outfit, or one with barf stains?? What if when they are out in public, he turns his back for one second and a crazy baby snatcher steals her out of the cart? Seriously, yes, I did think those exact thoughts, on numerous occasions.

Now that I have been back for almost a month, those thoughts have subsided, and I am so so happy that they get that time together. There is never an argument between either of us as far as who has spent more hours in the week taking care of her, who has gotten up for the most night feedings (I will tell you right now its me, but that’s a whole different story), who has spent more hours hearing her cry, etc etc. Of course we care for her differently, we are two different people and two different parents, but we work really well together and I know that our daughter is so well taken care of. I am so proud of my husband, and the father that he has become these last 3 months. He tells me every day how much he loves her and that he never knew he could love anyone as much as her. He has gone as far as to tell me not to get mad, but he is pretty sure he loves her even more than me

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And for the record, he does a fantastic job. He may not always know what headband matches which outfit, or that if you hold her upright for 30 minutes after eating she tends to not spit up, but oh well. He does play with her, he sings her songs (even if they are the made up kind to a well known tune), he does kiss her and snuggle her, he teaches her things, he takes her out in public proudly and gets offended if the person in line behind him doesn’t comment on how cute his daughter is. He watches cartoons with her, and takes tons of pictures and videos to send to mommy at work all day long. He loves her more than I ever imagined he could, and I am so incredibly lucky it makes me want to cry.