So many people would tell us before Gwen was born that we were "chosen" to be her parents. It dawned on me in the last few weeks that I can see how that may have been true, because of who her father is. If she really only was going to be here for two months - then she she was given to a daddy who bonded and loved her from the get go. Newborns, lets face it, are all about their mommy, especially if they are nursing. If their Daddy wants to watch from a safe distance until they grow a little stronger, smile and begin to be more personable and interested in the rest of the world they wouldn't know the difference. Myers, he's not that kind of daddy. He jumps in with both feet, newborn on up.
He changed more diapers than me while she was in the hospital. I made him be the one to practice placing the "yellow pipe" to her tummy and he stepped up to the plate with no complaint. He is the reason she finally took to nursing. Myers pushed me to keep trying when I was discouraged enough to think all efforts a waste. He is totally comfortable holding little babies and held her and talked to her as if she new what he was saying. He even insisted that he could hold her the first part of the night until she woke to nurse (she slept on top of me every night.) He was 100% involved and in love with Gwenyth, bonded and in love. She had many, many sweet "daddy moments." I miss those Gwen and Daddy moments.
Myers loved his Gwenyth Gumdrop, it was a sight to see, and he blesses us all with the "type" of Daddy he is; I'm grateful that Gwen had him.
