I mean this in the most loving way imaginable: I kind of hated my husband for the first few weeks after I had my son. (There, I said it.)
No, I don’t mean it in the cliché “you did this to me!” sense. It’s more that, post-labor, as the hazy adrenaline of our hospital stay started to wear off, I found myself annoyed that he couldn’t seem to keep up with my newfound mom superpowers that gave me the instant—albeit inflated—ability to translate my newborn’s every need.
Examples of things I muttered in his direction during this time: “You forgot the A&D Ointment…again. Way to give our baby diaper rash.” Or “Are you trying to suffocate him with that swaddle? Forget it—I’ll just do it myself.”
I’m not proud of myself, but before you cast judgment, hold up: Apparently, I was just being a maternal gatekeeper, a term coined by author Jancee Dunn in her book, How Not to Hate Your Husband After Kids.