A few months ago I red about a daughter who said she wished she had more memories about her father, about family time and how she loved reading those few journal posts when he wrote it. Then I also found out, on some social media site, about a mother who writes each day a few lines to her daughters. Now I will try to write a few lines for one week and see how it goes....
We don’t need an alarm clocks whatsoever. Our daughters wakes us up. It was no point for me to have an alarm clock since youngest or oldest one woke me up usually couple of minutes earlier. As I am bitten by the night I keep snoozing till hour is 7:30 am. At that time I am in such a hurry that I use brush in one hand and use another hand for changing YD....
I am back at work, and paternity leave ended for me. This is a little recap of what was going on and what I found out during my paternity leave. At the beginning it was fun. Being with the YD and just carry her around in my arms and forget about was work was me connecting with the little one. At least I thought I am connecting with her. As it turned out she wasn’t connecting with me but she just needed to be either changed because of the wet diapers or she needed me to help her with blurps....
My wife said yesterday to me that I have to remind her how hard is to have a newborn if she ever wants to had another one. She said I have to record her while she was talking about how kids take up so much time and energy. She was talking about all those nights without sleep and days without proper relaxation hours. About being constantly under the pressure that you don’t have enough time for anything else but kids....
To me it’s crystal clear to take paternity leave when a newborn arrives. I take full advantage of it and I think every dad should. To be honest I don’t get much love or anything out from our newborn daughter. Well, other than changing diapers and puke on my shirts. It’s not that bad either. I get to talk for a few minutes with her and watch her tiny head and ears and fingers and to hold her in my arms and comfort her when she has digestion problems....
I was so proud of my firstborn when she said: “Daddy peepee”. Little confused I asked if she needs to peepee. She replied with more serious tone and visible in a hurry: “Daddy peepeee!!!” I ran to our bathroom to bring her pink potty because she can only hold for a few seconds. I put it on a changing table and then put daughter on it. She said even more louder to put her down on the floor....
A few weeks back we took a preparation class for a birth with my wife. The reason we took it again was because we got lots of recommendations from other couples. They all said: “This woman is hilarious and really good at what she does…” Oh maybe it’s time now to announce we are expecting a new child in less than 2 weeks from now :) I am even more thrilled than the first time....
Let’s talk about birth experience. If your parents were talking to you that birth experience is all sunshine and roses you aren’t alone. Hate me for trusting in medicine world and not reading all the stories around this wild internet about birth experiences and what is good to know and what not. Please do note that we took preparation classes for birth with my wife. I found out later there are many ways on how to give a birth to a child....
I have so much to tell but nothing to say. Butterflies in my stomach when memories take me back, way back when I still remember how you taught me steer remote vehicle control or how we together with brother and sister under the blanket waited for our mom to return home from a night shift. Unfortunately I have only a few solid memories on you because you left this world when I was five....