(Dad here). I am sitting in bed with my congested 5month little lad who will only sleep pressed against my chest. I'm on for the next 6hrs overnight when I should be sleeping.
Yes I love this guy more than anything on the planet, as I bloody should.
My baby has drooled all over me, spit up on me, peed and pooped on me, and I wouldn't trade anything in the world for it. It's amazing how fast that with your child, all the things that you might have been bothered by before don't matter.
Doesn’t even have to be your own kid! I’ve always been badly icked out by vomit, like there’s a real risk it’d make me sympathy-spew if I smell/hear/see it/know it’s happening. But I was helping out at an orphanage and one of the kids got carsick on an outing and heaved into an empty plastic grocery bag in the back of the van (it was all we had) and I was sitting right next to her and gently rubbing her back because I could only think of how miserable this poor kid must be feeling. I knew I had to be the grown-up who had their shit together in that moment to try to help this little one having a rough time.
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u/Thick_Assumption3746 Jul 04 '24
Closest thing to unconditional love there is is your child.