Being a Daddy or how I learned to live without sleep
We are one week short of Noah's celebration of the first three months of his life. Time for a little progress report. Actually, I don't know how little it will be.
When I first found out that we were pregnant, I was ecstatic. When Noah was born, that gave way to worry and joy. Now, three months in, I pretty much just have joy. Of course there is the occasional worry. For example, "What is Noah doing at daycare?" or "Are they taking care of Noah at daycare?" or "Was that an explosive poo or just a fart?".
A word about explosive poo. Explosive poo seems to back up in little babies butts, until, BAM! explosions in the diaper. EP (as I am going to start calling it because typing explosive poo isn't as awesome as saying explosive poo (no really, say "explosive poo" outloud....go ahead, try it out....See I told you, awesome!)) isn't all that bad. Sure there is the required diaper and clothing change, but I really didn't need that t-shirt anymore anyways. Oh, and I have to change Noah's clothes too. Now EP combined with stinky poo is downright nasty.
Anyway, back to the three months of Noah. I can't believe the amount of change that he has gone through in three months. Below are three pictures of him from the day he was born through his months.
Not only has he changed but I have changed. I am amazed at how little sleep a person can get and still be able to operate heavy machinery. Of course, my heavy machinery includes a keyboard and mouse but hey for somebody as weak as I am, it is heavy! Most importantly, my heart has grown by at least two hundred heart sizes. When Noah smiles at me, the world stops and I become solely focused on appreciating and deserving that smile. I would and have done anything to make him smile. Make silly faces? Check. Make silly sounds? Check. Sing? Check (but to be fair, that makes almost anybody laugh). Use my shirt as a makeshift diaper? Check. (Don't ask, I will explain later)
So here we are, three months later and I still no almost nothing about being a Dad except the fact that I would do anything for my son. I appreciate every moment I have with him and I hope that I am doing a good job...
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Your blog here is a testament to what a great job you are doing... the smile on his face is even more of one.
Very sweet recap of three months. Wait until you watch him walk for the first time, or throw a ball, or say "Dada". You have NO idea how much bigger your heart and joy can get papa. Enjoy each moment, cause they go by much faster than you think.
and i honestly don't think you need to know anything else other then what you already know - the greatest dads in the world have all started where you have - just realizing how precious their children can be.
Enjoy!