05/08/09 My turn

Wil’s 6 weeks are coming to a close and that means I get to play Mr. Mom for the next 6 weeks.  I have to say that I’m really excited, which shouldn’t be too much of a surprise for anyone.  I get to responsibly not go to work (and still get paid).  I get to take care of (play with) my son.  My only schedule is his schedule and then I can squeeze in all the things an eccentric (sounds better then crazy) father wants to do with his son in between.  I haven’t had a vacation like this since freshman year in college.

Not to say that taking care of a newborn is easy or a vacation.  There are times when Wil and I are struggling due to lack of sleep, not enough time in the day for laundry, cooking, cleaning or just even quiet time.  There are times we are totally terrified when he’s not eating all of his food, gassy and irritable, or when he vomits.  I’ve actually seen it come out of his nose twice.  We go to the doctor to recommend over the counter products but his pediatrician is hesitant since Noah is a preemie.  Everything builds up and it really challenges our patience.

But finally, he will get comfortable and will nestle in your arms.  You feel him breathing and his warmth against your body.  Then there is an overwhelming sense of peace and you can literally feel your blood pressure getting lower.

Suddenly the serenity is abruptly broken as you are overwhelmed by a foul milky burp or baby poopy (the smell is concentrated since its not floating in water).  Your patience is gone, your blood pressure spikes, a headache creeps in since you haven’t been sleeping and so you’ve had enough and you turn toward your son…

Love me daddy!

and realize its all worth it.

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