That day I never thought would come, and a younger me once *hoped* would never come…has come!
Our first spawn, Max Charles G, was born 7/26/2014 at around 6:40am.
Glad that’s over!
I kid, but seriously, the hospital part is the only real sucky part (for us, at least – Max is pretty chill). The part where you’ve both already been awake for a day and a half, the Mrs. is just all sorts of tore up, and the Mr. is camped out on this “thing” pretending to be a chair pretending to be a fold-out bed and failing outright at both. In otherwords, a medieval sleep-deprivation torture experiment of some kind. And then comes this tiny human that starts a one-sided screaming match every couple hours while you newbs haven’t more than a few books and a Google’s worth of a clue what to do about it. And about the second or third day of this you lay there with the tiny human in your arm, rubbing your eyes, thinking: Oh shit. This is what our lives will be now.
(Sometime on day 2-or-something of hospital)
T: I don’t even know what day this is.
K: It’s Monday.
T: It FEELS like a monday.
K: Get ready, every day’s going to feel like a Monday.
But… then you go home, sleep in your own bed, start getting the hang of all this feeding and changing business, and find out: those first several days are a fluke, and hey, this ain’t so bad after all! In fact, much like marriage for a dude, either I won the wife/baby lottery or the hype is BS: this is turning out to be much better than I expected.
Ah yes, and the tiny human is growing on me. I wasn’t expecting that either.
Anyway, here he is. If you don’t give a flying frog about pictures of Other Peoples’ Kids, you should probably look away now.