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Max
Tatum popped a baby out of her and now we’re proud parents of a baby girl. Betsy Marie Hunter was born on February 11th, at 1:05pm. She was 7 pounds and 9 ounces, and 21 inches long. She came out screaming, and finally settled when she was laid across Tatum’s chest. It was love at first sight, and I’m man enough to admit that I cried.
Tatum is amazing in all ways, and I have no idea how she did it. I was a ball of nerves from the moment her water broke. I read all the books that she did, I knew how the whole labor thing would somewhat go, and as soon as the moment came, everything that I read was non-existent. Tatum was so freaking calm that it was beyond scary, and she did well with dealing with me.
Even though I told my family to not come to the hospital they did. The delivery room was full up until she started going into active labor. I insisted that for the delivery it be just us so we can experience the moment together, to have the moment we became a family of three as a private moment. However, once we gave the clear, everyone piled back in. Photos were taken instantly, and I’m sure that little Betsy is posted all over social media within minutes of meeting her.
Tatum officially named the baby Betsy. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that at first when we were discussing it – but as soon as I held her I could feel that that was her rightful name. I cried, like a lot. There are also photos with tears in my eyes on social media, I’m almost sure of it.
Dane and Sterling eventually left the hospital room to meet the bed delivery guy at our house; they also purchased us new sheets, the really good kind to put on our new bed for when we arrived home. A bassinet, that wasn’t previously in our possession also sat next to Tatum’s side of the bed with a bow on it when we arrived home as well. Sterling had been hiding it at their home until the time was right, luckily the baby juice getting all over our previous bed aided in her surprise gift.
We’ve officially been home for a week. We haven’t slept a full night, but we couldn’t be happier. Tatum’s parents finally came for a visit as soon as we got home, and after her mother hit on me, she basked over her granddaughter. My mother has been over every day, she’s helped Tatum with general housework, making sure we have an ample supply of easy to reheat meals and to make sure the house stays somewhat clean. I took parental leave for three weeks as well so I can stay home and do whatever a new dad is supposed to do.
I learned firsthand what a blow-out diaper is as well as the incredible pee stream of a newborn. Tatum is breastfeeding and it seems like that’s all little Betsy wants when she’s not soiling a diaper or sleeping. I can’t blame her, Tatum’s breasts are pretty great. She switches between using bottles and the boob, so I have a chance to feed her and have some daddy and daughter bonding time
I want to do the right thing and make an honest woman out of Tatum, but I can’t for the life of me come up with a good enough way to propose to her. I’ve googled and asked Dane but I’ve been coming up short. I purchased a ring for her right around the same time of our baby shower, so I was definitely ready to do it then but I knew I needed a grand gesture, not like she was expecting one. I thought about tying the ring around Betsy’s wrist or foot, but I didn’t want to chance the string getting too tight and injuring her or her putting it in her mouth and then accidentally swallowing it. Then suddenly it hit me.
I powered on my laptop and hit search. My eyes dart around the website and then I find what I’m looking for. I select purchase, and now I only have to wait around anxiously for 3-7 business days for my item to arrive. This will be a long 3-7 days.
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I’m staring into Betsy’s eyes while Tatum is napping on the couch beside us.
How did I get so lucky? How did my life do a complete 360 in the span of a year? Betsy coo’s as she looks up at me, I haven’t been able to get enough of her. There is a truth the fact that babies smell heavenly, as I can’t stop smelling her head. Her cute little chubby thighs, I just want to take a bite out of, and her cheeks, yeah I want to constantly pinch them.
The past two weeks have been interesting to say the least. There’s been a lot of crying from Betsy at all hours of the day, along with some frustrated and sleepless parents. Thankfully, we’ve had the help of Sterling, Sammie and my mother. Tatum’s parents came down, but her mother didn’t seem to know what to do with a newborn. (I wonder how she managed when Tatum was a baby). Being a new parent is daunting as well as it is amazing. I’m learning as I go, and all the stuff I read in the books are just words, I’m figuring it out first hand as I go.
Tatum on the other hand, motherhood seems to take to her quite well. While at moments, it looks like she’s about to blow a fuse, she reigns it in quite well. She seems to be the calming factor in our little family, if Betsy is screaming, I don’t know what she does, but Tatum calms her. It must be her scent, or the smell that boob milk is inches away. Regardless, Tatum is a pro.
My package came in the mail yesterday afternoon to the office and figuring now is the best time since Tate is sleeping to get along with my proposal plan. I slowly and quietly get up from the couch, and bring Betsy into the bathroom to run her bath. I love these father and daughter moments with her, she looks up at me like I’m her whole world, even though I’m sure I’m some blurry mess to her right now. Since I haven’t showered yet, I run the bath with enough water for me to sit in with her pink plastic baby bath tub as well. Tatum had just fallen asleep, so I know I’ve at least got an hour, so I take my time in the bath with the baby. After we’re both clean, I quickly dry off as she’s just hanging out in her baby bath, giggling and flailing her arms.
I bring her into our bedroom and lay her on the bed; I dry her off completely and put the lotion that Tatum likes on her body, so she doesn’t get dry skin. I kiss her forehead several times and make funny faces and noises at her, this is something I can’t help but do. I unwrap the package and dress Betsy. I inspect my work and smile. I pick up Betsy and we go into the kitchen to grab something to eat.
The house is quiet aside from the small noises the baby makes in my arms. I’ve become excellent at doing tasks one handed, I’m sure I can grab the baby carrier and make use of both my arms, but I like to hold her, especially against my skin in hopes that her smell rubs off on me. I’m mumbling random things and talking Betsy through on how to make a sandwich when I hear Tatum moving around on the couch. I see her head peek over the couch, her beautiful dark brown hair askew from her nap.
“Whaaryadoin?” She mumbles, obviously still half asleep.
“Making some lunch. You want a sandwich?” I ask. My heart is beating fast, I feel like it’s hitting the baby in the head.
“Hmmm. Food.” Her eyes are half closed and she lazily smiles, with her head perched atop the couch cushion.
“Here, you hold Bets and I’ll finish.” This is the moment, this is it… I can do this.
“Mmmkay.” She sits up fully and slowly stands while stretching.
She was beautiful before, her legs ran for miles up her body and now post baby, her curves drive me even more crazy, her butt cheeks poke out from her barely there shorts, her tits look full and perky begging for attention in my favorite see-thru tank top, she wears bras now all the time since she could leak at any given time from those puppies, her skin still glows and she couldn’t look more beautiful than the fateful drunken night that brought us together. She drives me wild, and now with her being my child’s mother, my dick goes to attention with the mere thought. Unfortunately, we can’t have sex for another month, got to let her heal up properly before I ravage her again.
She saunters over to me, holding out her arms to take Betsy into hers.
This is the moment, right here. I maneuver Betsy in my arms, so her onesie is completely readable and hand her off into Tatum’s waiting arms. She’s smiling down at Betsy’s face and kisses her nose while murmuring something that I can’t quite hear. I can tell that Tatum hasn’t noticed yet, my eyes are glued to the two loves in front of me. Suddenly, I see when Tatum reads the writing on the onesie. She was swaying and now she’s still, and even though Betsy is full of motion right now, Tatum may be forgetting to breathe.
