Three years removed from caring for an infant, I forgot, how much I had forgotten about the process.
Now that we are home with our newborn son and his care is completely dependent upon me and maw with no assistance from the hospital nursing staff, the memories are rushing back.
Here are a few random thoughts I ponder:
Impairment from sleep deprivation is far more severe than from drunkenness, and far less enjoyable.
Changing a squirming infant’s diaper is much like changing a diaper on a flamingo, all legs and no ass!
14 dirty diapers in a 24 hour period is not ridiculous, it just seems so.
Tiny babies look very serious most of the time, except when they are screaming, then they look angry. Yet, tiny babies are cute, very cute, all the time!
Dad has it easier both during pregnancy and during the early days of child care (we don’t have to breast feed), not to mention that our dry cleaning costs less and it’s easier for us to pee outside.
It’s really good to be a Dad.
More to come.