They say you never really know someone until you have a child with them — and in my case, labor was the eye-opener. My husband, Michael, a sweet but often-distracted gamer, treated my delivery day like a casual hangout. When I was admitted to the hospital, he showed up not with my overnight bag, but with his Xbox, snacks, and even invited his friend over for a Call of Duty session — during my contractions. Throughout my pregnancy, Michael had been supportive in his own way: attending appointments, massaging swollen feet,
and marveling at our baby’s kicks. But he never quite left his gaming mindset behind. I chalked it up to nerves and tried to believe he’d step up when it mattered. Instead, while I was breathing through contractions, he was setting up his console and joking about how labor “takes forever.” When his friend arrived with fast food and a controller, I was too stunned to speak — thankfully,