I thought my daughter would bring me joy. When she didn't, I hated myself for it. Then I realized I was suffering from postpartum depression.
When we slowly emerged from the familiar fog of new parenthood, it occurred to me that I longed for the person my wife was before she was a mother.
I came to expect two things out of life: hard work and rejection. Then I learned that I could survive, and surpass, those blows.
When my wife struggled with breastfeeding, I felt helpless. Then I learned I had a role to play—supporting my wife through it all.
Being a hands-on father of twins, I gained 45 pounds in the first year. This was not the way I had envisioned fatherhood.