What It Was Like to Have (Another) Baby with My Much Older Husband: Part 2

Bring­ing our new­born baby home from the hos­pi­tal was chal­leng­ing. She was on an apnea and brady­car­dia mon­i­tor that sounded like a foghorn when it went off, wak­ing up every­one in the house. Both Kee­gan and I strug­gled severely with lack of sleep, frus­tra­tion from the false alarms the mon­i­tor gave off, and end­ing up with the mon­i­tor on her for two months.

On top of that the in-laws didn’t feel com­fort­able tak­ing her overnight, because of the mon­i­tor; they were afraid that it would go off and some­thing would hap­pen to her. I couldn’t blame them, but it sure would have been nice dur­ing this time to just be able to get a solid eight hours of sleep. To make mat­ters even worse, the very night we brought her home, some ass­hole broke into my van, smash­ing the pas­sen­ger win­dow with a brick. They stole my purse and destroyed the car seat we had installed for our older daugh­ter. Fil­ing a police report and try­ing to recover every­thing, plus get­ting the win­dow fixed and all of the glass cleaned up, was beyond frustrating.

It was like every­thing was test­ing our mar­riage. Kee­gan and I fought—a lot. I was home with the kids, strug­gling with this nag­ging pain in my abdomen that never fully went away after the baby was born. I was miss­ing my own dad a lot, wish­ing he was here to see these beau­ti­ful lit­tle girls of mine.

Because I was breast­feed­ing, the baby was basi­cally attached to me all the time. I was always frus­trated and tired, and it was just eas­ier to take it out on Kee­gan. But as hard as it was, he stuck by me and once again, we pow­ered through the storm. The most impor­tant thing was that he was happy. Hav­ing a young wife and two beau­ti­ful daugh­ters was the life he had always dreamed about, and I was proud to be the woman who gave that to him.

By the time our new­born was about three months old, we decided to go ahead and sell my house, sell off his house, and build our cus­tom home. It was time to be a fam­ily, once and for all.

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About Vivian

I am 26 and my husband 45. At first, our friendship existed mostly online. I was actually helping my now husband with his dating profile when it dawned on me that he was exactly what I was looking for in a perfect life partner. So, I asked him out and we have been together ever since. We now have two daughters together and everyone that knows us will tell you that they simply can’t imagine us apart, and neither can we. I’m no stranger to May-December relationships—my father was 71 and my mother was 33 when I was born. I have never dated a guy my own age. Anything less than 10 years older than me just seems wrong, and frankly, it doesn’t even turn me on in the slightest bit to think about it. It’s actually a turn-off. After going through relationships with a few rich older men, I finally settled down with my husband. I’m sure there were people waging bets on how quickly our marriage would fall apart, but we’re determined to prove them all wrong.