I can soooo understand. Before my children were born, I had a fantastic Siamese kitty I called Porky. Yep, not a really elegant name for such a lovely breed. Suffice it to say, he wasn't the usual sleek, trim kitty most Siamese cats are.
At any rate, as soon as the children came along, Porky appointed himself guardian of "his" children. It wasn't unusual for me to find him sitting by the infant seat, with one child or the other in it, and Porky standing nearby with one of his front paws on the baby's knee. The message was loud and clear, "This is my baby! Any who wish harm should take heed."
After my last child was born and we moved into a very large house, Porky would, at bedtime, go from room to room and sleep a few minutes with each of "his" children. He did it for years.
I think he would've gone to bat for any of his children if pushed to the limit.
"As a girl I had zero interest in the stove." - Julia Child
This is real inspiration. Look what Julia became!