In the haze of new motherhood, Piper finds herself struggling to get even a moment of peace. While she juggles endless feedings and sleepless nights, her husband’s life remains unchanged. Frustrated and exhausted, she turns to someone else for help, determined to teach Nick a lesson. This is a story of love, teamwork, and the power of asking for help when it’s most needed.
The first few weeks after my daughter was born were a blur of love, exhaustion, and figuring out how to survive on two hours of sleep. I’d read the books and taken the classes, but it turns out that nothing truly prepares you for motherhood until you’re in the trenches.
A woman holding a baby in a hospital | Source: Midjourney
I adored my daughter—every tiny sigh, every little stretch, even the way she clung to me during those late-night feedings. But I also felt like I was losing pieces of myself, one skipped shower at a time.
The problem wasn’t just the sleepless nights or the constant cluster feeding. It was the fact that my husband, Nick, didn’t seem to realize that my world had been turned upside down while his stayed largely the same.
It started innocently enough.
A man lounging on a couch | Source: Midjourney
I’d hop into the shower, hoping for ten minutes of hot water and peace, only for Nick to knock on the door within minutes, holding our crying newborn.
“She needs you,” he’d say, apologetic but resolute. “Take her, Piper.”
I’d barely have time to rinse the soap off before he was handing Gigi to me. The first time, I let it slide. The second time, I bit my tongue. But by the third, I was seething.
A man holding a crying baby | Source: Midjourney
One day, after another two-minute rinse, I confronted my husband.
“Nick, why can’t you just calm her down yourself?” I collapsed onto the couch.
He shrugged, looking genuinely confused.
“She loves showers. They calm her down. And I can’t stand seeing her cry. It breaks my heart. So, handing her to you is the best solution, Piper.”
