My son was born last week. Came early because my body just couldn't hold a pregnancy it seems It was the most traumatizing day I've ever been through, and according to my doctor it looks like he's the only one I'll ever be able to have. But that's ok. Still so grateful.

But DH did end up coming because me and baby were both damn near on our death bed. I've never seen a man cry so hard. He's been staying with me this whole past week because I'm going through a little postpartum depression and pain from the stupid c-section. And surprisingly he's been amazing. Doing anything and everything for me, spoiling the baby, cuddling him. It's exactly what I wanted from him.

I guess he let SD go with BM for the school year rather than fighting against it. I'm happy about that, and I actually am excited for her to come home and meet her baby brother, so maybe I will go home sooner than expected. DH and I had a good talk about expectations of when I get home, he's actually agreed to them all. He said "I'll take care of my daughter, you just take care of our son." MIL actually confirmed her little talk with him as well and by the looks of it it seems like he's straightening up now that reality has set in.

He hasn't been drinking at all either, just being a homebody working on the house when he's not at work. Been facetiming me all night everyday...it's back to how it was when we were dating.

I don't know what things will be like come Christmas...but the outlook looks good for now.

He leaves today and I can tell it's killing him. But good thing I came home because I've really been needing the constant help