Last year you made it clear that you did not want to be honored on Father’s Day because you weren’t yet a father. Watching you prepare for our babies, I vehemently disagreed, but also understood your perspective. I’ve heard men don’t feel truly bonded to their babies until they hold them for the first time because that is when it becomes real. Unlike typical parents who hold their babies immediately after delivery, we had to wait nearly a week. Instead, we were only able to gaze at them through isolettes and touch them through port holes. Even though you couldn’t hold the babies immediately, you sprung into action and became “The Quadfather” the moment the babies were delivered. Without hesitation, you rushed to the NICU to be with them and advocate for their best interests. You were forced to make decisions for the babies on your own as I recovered. In fact, you had the task of matching our chosen names to the babies by checking their weights. I never once worried about your abilities because I knew you were fully capable.
We’ve been on quite a journey together, but there’s no one I’d rather have by my side than you. Each day I wake up to four tiny people jabbering or fussing, I am grateful that you are right beside me. Few fathers can spoon feed four babies simultaneously, build a quad table and diaper chute, or make formula by the gallon. You can, because we are a team. Happy 1st Father’s Day!