Our baby is now 13 months old and it has been a beautiful ride of long nights, mini panic attacks at hearing silence, and a series of impulsive laughter and contentment.
Is it possible to be impulsively content? Yes.
There were a few hallmark moments over the past year that I need to put in haiku form.
As any parent knows, changing diapers is a huge part of the first year of any baby.
Something is stinky
It’s Time to change her diaper
What a crappy job
The wife did a lot of breast feeding. But there were times when she had to do some pumping and kept the bottles in the fridge. At times when the baby was hungry I had to heat up some water and warm up a bottle. At one point I just decided to give the baby the bottle cold. Wow… did I catch heck for that.
In-between the boobs
Need to warm up a bottle
Cold milk is fine too?
During the first few months she was crying every few hours at night. After the next few months it was less. Now after a year, we are lucky if she gets up only once at night. Either way, there has been many non-bladder nocturnal interruptions over this past year… and I’m sure many more to come.
Dreaming precious dreams
Sudden screams at 2:30
I guess I’m up now
Wow… where to begin. We had a deluge of baby clothes when the baby was born. It was so many clothes that we ended up not getting a chance to have her wear them all. I did the Don Quixote thing and requested no clothes for her first birthday party. Diapers would be fine. Not one single diaper and a whole new wardrobe.
It’s more baby clothes
She grows out of them so fast
Unused clothes in bags
Changed world view.
It’s amazing how I developed such a visceral reaction to tragic stories in the news regarding children. When I see it, I immediately want to hold my girl close to me and protect her as long as possible.
The World: a big place
Daddy instincts setting in
I hate watching news