My Husband Promised to Take Care of the Baby If I Had One—But After I Gave Birth, He Told Me to Quit My Job

They just want you. They always want you. I didn’t even get to take a nap.”

I stood there, still in my scrubs, keys dangling from my hand.

“You didn’t get to nap?” I repeated slowly.

“Yeah.

It was brutal.”

I didn’t say anything else. I just dropped my bag, scooped up Liam, and started the work Nick had promised to do.

By midnight, both babies were finally asleep. My arms felt like they might fall off.

My back was screaming. I had patient notes to finish before morning.

Nick was already snoring.

That became our new normal. I’d drag myself through a full shift at the clinic, drive home half-conscious, and walk into a disaster zone.

Then I’d spend the rest of the night doing everything while Nick complained about how tired he was.

“The house is always a mess,” he’d mutter.

“You’re not as fun anymore,” he’d say, like I was supposed to be entertainment instead of a human being running on two hours of sleep.

One night, I was on the couch nursing Liam while typing patient notes one-handed on my laptop. Noah was asleep in the bouncer beside me. I’d been awake for 19 hours straight.

Nick walked by, rubbing his temples like he was the one suffering.

“You know what would fix all this?” he said.

I didn’t look up from my screen.

“What?”

“If you just stayed home.

This is too much for you. I was so wrong about this whole career thing.”

I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because the alternative was screaming.

“That’s not happening.

You promised I wouldn’t have to quit.”

He scoffed. “Come on, Ava. Stop being unrealistic for once and be practical.

Every mom stays home at first. This whole ‘career woman’ thing? It had a good run, but it’s over now.

I’ll work. You stay home with the boys. That’s how it’s supposed to work.”

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