The Sport of Parenting

Okay, so I'm no expert as I've only been doing this for 3 weeks, but I am fast drawing comparisons with parenting to sport.
Being parents is all about team work, and being a team player. If you work together, then generally the overall result is a win.

Being a father at this early stage is like being a Substitute... at times a super sub. You sit on the bench while the team is on the field and when the other player gets tired, you are called in. If you're the Super-Sub, you make an immediate difference resulting in a win or points on the board.
Last night is a case in point.
Sniffle, sniffle, snort, snort... what the hell was that? I think there's a wild boar in the room... oh, its him...
He's awake. Mum is fast asleep. Roll over, check the time. How can it be this early... how can I be awake... this night time feeding has to stop.. oh wait, he needs it to grow... I wonder what time the last feed was. Maybe I'll just ignore him... no chance of that...
I realise I've been tagged (by the complete lack of movement of the body lying next to me) and its my turn to get in the ring. Up I get, comfort... doesn't work. Walk around and comfort... doesn't work. Change nappie (looks awful, still doesn't smell too bad)...doesn't work. Only one thing left... food.
but it gave mum an extra 30 mins of sleep time... that makes me the Super Sub!

It also makes me the most tired person in my office, cos clearly sleep was not forthcoming after that...

Growing pains

Michael is 3 weeks old today. He started out as a little bundle of pink wrinkliness, and has actually grown into a little baby.
He was 3.24kg when born, C and I were expecting a monster. In fact, C was really concerned that he would be over 4kgs at birth and she would have to push something that big out. As it turned out, things conspired against natural, full-term birth, and we have this little guy who is still only due in a week's time!

When we went to dress him to take him home from hospital, all the clothes we had brought him were too big! Unbelievably to me, the new born stuff was so big it hung off him. I went out to P'nP and bought him the smallest size babygrows they have... they call the size "Tiny Baby".
In three weeks, you can actually notice the size difference. In fact he grows almost noticably bigger everyday!
Thats probably cos of the amount he eats. He seems to be constantly feeding. Not much of a problem for me, but my poor wife has to lift her top every 3 hours for 45mins at a time. And while doing that she has to burp him and also gets to change him... when I'm not around that is...

The little guy is just a loud noise at one end and no sense of responsibility at the other...

I love him!

Yaaaawn

I can barely keep my eyes open.
F*ck me, I'm tired.

I don't get it. I was an insomniac for years and lived on 3 or 4hrs sleep a night. Now I'm getting more than that and I am shattered.

It may be that its something to do with the fact that we wake up every 3hrs or so for feeds. Hey, I'm not even the one that has to get up and actually do the feed, but clearly the interruptions are causing chaos with my rhythms...

Who would have thought that I'd be the tired one? Cath is the one who couldn't go for a day with less than 7hrs sleep a night, and now she's up every 3 hrs and she's doing great.

Being a Father is truly wonderful. When I look at my little guy, I truly understand how unconditional love feels.

Dis ek!

Who's your daddy?
Well, I am the Daddy.

My son Michael was born on 07 March 2007.

I blogged about the experience of pregnancy from a Dad's perspective and other pearls of wisdom on http://berrydtreasure.blogspot.com
Now its time to blog about fatherhood.