When I found out I was pregnant in 2010, I had no idea what to do. I was about to go off to college and William and I hadn't been together terribly long, though we loved each other an insane amount already. When I told William we were expecting, he already "knew." He sat with me and let me spill my emotions, he did whatever I needed. We talked and talked and knew we were meant to be together and raise a baby.
William cared for me while I battled Hyperemesis Gravidarum and it was NOT pretty. He looked into breast feeding and birthing classes and massaged my feet while I cried over how uncomfortable I was. He went out at 1AM to find me a cherry lollipop. When we found out we were having a boy, William was so excited he almost cried right there. And when the time came to have Luka, William never left my side, even when getting my spinal block for the c-section. Once in recovery, he immediately put Luka to his skin and watched hockey with him while I rested.
He encouraged me when I had trouble feeding Luka, he changed every single diaper until I was able to get up without pain medication, and would get up with him at all hours of the night to let me sleep. He worked crappy jobs so that I could stay home with our son. He did everything he could to keep us happy.
Fast forward to February 2012, William came to me and said he was tired of struggling. He wanted to join the Army and provide for us. He had talked of joining the Army from the first day we met and he finally felt it was time. I supported him 100% and put my own reservations aside. After enlisting, we decided to conceive another baby.
He told me on Mother's Day that he was ready for another and by Father's Day, I was telling him I with child. He was ecstatic. Almost immediately, I began experiencing HG again. I also went through a threatened miscarriage, and again, William made sure never to leave my side. We found out we were being blessed with a little girl and were so happy.
William left for Boot Camp in October and I was due in February. I went through the rest of my pregnancy without him which was rough, but I did it. I sent him countless photos of my growing belly. When he FINALLY graduated and we saw him again, he knelt down and kissed my belly. He picked up his son and hardly put him down. He talked to his daughter and felt her kick around whenever he could when he came home. For Christmas, we got a 3D ultrasound and he grinned from ear to ear as the tech and I pointed out all of his features on our daughter's face. He bought her an expensive dress, demanding photos of her in it when she was born and put together various baby contraptions.
It was rough to let him go to AIT two weeks later. Luka was devastated to drop off his Daddy and William was just as lost. Although we could communicate now, it was still heartbreaking. I decided I wanted him there for the birth of our daughter and scheduled an induction. He got granted leave and we were ready. Eloise, however, had other plans and decided to come the night before the induction. William met her over video chat five minutes after her birth and we gushed at how perfect she was. He came the next day and put her to his skin, just as he had with Luka.
Now here we are. Graduated from AIT, living in Kansas, with a 2 year old boy and an (almost) 4 month old girl. William puts Luka to bed every night and Eloise will immediately quit crying when handed to him. Our kids are just as in love with him as I am. No tantrum is too rough and no diaper is too stinky for this man to handle; he loves every second. He asks to take the kids on his own and wrestles Luka on the floor. He's the perfect father.
So what do you get the perfect Dad for Father's Day? Well, I let Luka pick him out a card (It had Finding Nemo on it!) and I took pictures of Eloise in that dress he bought her. Then we put together a Man Bouquet for him with mini liquor bottles, gum, protein bars, muscle milk, and five hour energy shots. He loved it! He took a long nap with his daughter on his chest and took a walk with his son. All in all, he just wanted to be with his kids.
Anyway, this turned out longer, deeper, and way different than I intended, but it should be published somewhere how wonderful the man I married is and how much we appreciate him. I love you, William. Happy Father's Day.