I left my newborn with my husband, James, during a medical conference. When I returned, he was withdrawn and overwhelmed. Our marriage felt like it might collapse under the strain of new parenthood.
“I became a neurologist because my work gave me purpose,” I said. My career was my life, but James wanted a child after seeing his best friend’s baby. Reluctantly, I agreed. We decided he would quit his job to stay home with our daughter, Lily, while I continued working.
Returning from the conference, I found James struggling. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he confessed. “I feel trapped, Rachel.”
We argued. “You said you could handle it,” I reminded him. He suggested daycare, but I was adamant. “We agreed,” I insisted.
The tension was palpable. Finally, I hired a nanny, Claire. “She’ll help during the day so you can focus on your work,” I told James. He resisted but eventually appreciated her assistance.
Slowly, things improved. With Claire’s help, James bonded with Lily, and our relationship strengthened. “We’ll make this work,” he promised. Together, we found hope and renewed commitment.
