While I was pregnant, my husband had a “magic touch.” Okay. I’m going to stop right here and say – GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER! Don’t pretend that you didn’t just go there. Seriously – this is a post about the baby. When our son was flip flopping around in my belly, all my husband had to do is put his hand on my belly and the little guy would calm down.
I could put my hand on him and he kept on kicking. His big sister tried, so did my mom and my mother-in-law, but no one had the success in calming my son that his father did. It didn’t matter when it is or what was causing him to be wiggly. We could be listening to music just a little too loud, it could be after I had eaten spicy food, or just twisting and turning for fun in the middle of the night. Any situation and it worked. My husband called it, “The Magic Touch.”
It was simply amazing. They had a bond and he hadn’t even been born.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I bonded with my son too. He was inside me after all, but I read books, and websites and blog posts about how men have trouble bonding with their children before they are born. Not this father and son.