My Lil Pixie was the most amazing thing, I had ever been blessed with, and man o man, nothing makes you feel important (in the responsible for another lil human bean, sense) then having a newborn.
After me and the baby were released from the hospital, the Moron took a little bit of (paid) time off work. I think he was really feeling awkward at this new little thing taking my time, energy and attention.
The Moron was NOT happy about all the crying at nightime, either. After being up for 4 days straight, I took him up on his offer to stay up with her in the night - thank goodness I never really slept, as I had to rescue her - I thought he was really gonna lose it!
But what the Moron found, was how much attention he got when he took the lil Pixie to town! He hit the jackpot there!
I would sometimes wake up to find the lil Pixie and him gone, not knowing when they would come back. No wonder he was pushing me to pump my milk, so he could be part of the feeding experience.
I had kept my maiden name (perhaps my inner self just knew) but he had said that he didn't care whose last name she had (although was adamant about if it was a boy it would be his). In the hospital the babies are always named baby "insert mother's last name here" .
At the lil Pixie's first doctor's appointment, she was called by baby " ". The Moron freaked. He truly scared me that day. The nurse was shocked, and recoiled in horror, as he swung the computer around, he made her change it to his last name.
From that point on - the Moron made a point to let me know that she was not mine, but his...
Surviving abuse and everything else life throws at me...
