52 Weeks of Fatherhood: Week 12
I fear for my life.
I’m getting this down in writing, if anything happens to me please inform the relevant authorities… The evening started like any other. I went through Liberty’s bedtime routine, and as usual, it wasn’t until after a lengthy negotiation she finally went off to sleep. It was midnight by this point and time for my wife and I to get some well earned rest. I was about to start my own bedtime routine and as I reached for the handle of our en-suite door my wife turns to me and says, ‘You can go in there, but if you wake her I’ll literally kill you’. It’s safe to say my teeth remained unbrushed that night.
Having survived the night and with 12 weeks of parenting under my belt, I was looking forward to our NCT class reunion. Comparing notes on my success and failures as a parent is fast becoming my new pastime and I was looking forward to catching up with everyone.
Armed with enough tea and cake to feed a small army, my wife and I played host as the girls chatted and played pass the baby. The guys, like war torn veterans, recounted tales of those first few weeks in the trenches, with dirt under our fingernails… at least I think it was dirt. Back when you would mutter to yourself ‘will this ever get better?’. What worked for me on those bleak nights was to remind myself that babies are changing and developing all the time, so it won’t be too long until they grow up and leave home…
Joking aside, it’s amazing to see how well everyone has adapted to having their lives turned upside down. Another popular topic was the discussion of when things will get back to normal. Perhaps we’re just hopelessly optimistic but I’m sure deep down all know, this is the new normal. It’s exciting, exhausting and wouldn’t change it for the world.
The best thing this week
Liberty found her voice this week and she won’t keep quiet.
The worst thing this week
I’m pretty sure Liberty is teething, she’s been quite unsettled, keeps putting her fingers in her mouth and is slavering like Niagra Falls. Poor thing.
What I’ve learnt this week
All the other guys from my NCT class have trouble dressing their baby girls too. I’m glad it’s not just me. It’s those little buttons, fiddly clips and then there’s the tights. I’ve only worn tights once in my life… OK stop pulling that face, I was four and dressed up as Mighty Mouse for Halloween, there’s nothing weird about that… As you can imagine this taught me nothing and Liberty’s tights inevitably end up bunched at her ankles like Nora Batty.
43 Nappies changed
60 Hours sleep
out of 10
out of 10