OK, I've officially been a pop for 4 and a half days now. The first night, I honestly wanted to find and fire station and leave her on the door step. Not because I didn't love her with every ounce of my soul, but because I felt so completely inadequate as a father. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
It was gut wrenching. I tried everything. Pacing, singing, breastfeeding by sandy, all this, and still nothing. We finally broke down and gave her formula. and Oh My God, it was like heroin. She was out. After that, we've been feeding her regularly, and its been relatively easy.
We had a father daughter day today to let mommy rest her weary head. She slept good. Sooooo, night 4 is about to be in the books. I actually feel, in a strange way, complete by this. I am now connected to a third person... An independant life that was completely dependant on my decision and my wife's decision to being someone into the world. It gives me a very good feeling. and I like it!!
2 comments:
Awesome! i'm surprised you have the energy to post up on here, but i'm glad you did--good stuff to hear. Hang in there brotha'...you'll find a groove, and it'll get smoother. Soak that up 'cuz you'll have a hard time remembering it a year from now.
How bout some pictures of the cute little thing up on the Blog, eh?
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