I have been looking for a creative way of expressing myself but this isn’t
easy, why you may ask?
Well simply put…children. 2 Of them in fact…with a third on the way…all
under three. (Cue the jokes about nothing being on the TV, no condoms in the
house and the likes – which are funny!) but the truth of it is….i wouldn’t have
it any other way!
Its scary….its exciting…it’s the moments that you can never
truly understand until you’re in that situation with kids of your own.
So this has led me to write a blog, why? Well I don’t know,
to express myself, to make sense of it all once its written down, to help
struggling fathers in similar situations, to be a genuine insight into
fatherhood for new dads, but let me point out, Im not saying Im a great father
by any means, but Im going in the right direction.
And as a side note, have you noticed how many
websites/blogs/Facebook groups are there to help mums and not necessarily
fathers? Well I feel its time that fathers should have a similar support
network!
To start Lets rewind about 3 years…
When we first found out…utter disbelief, but who am I
kidding, sex with out a condom was hardly going to end in me getting a new
smart tv….but here we are. I go to work, comeback and everything has changed
forever, the cars I drive, where we live, all of our social lives and where my
money goes! 9 months of stressing, name
picking, getting prepared for the baby to arrive, hormones (from her) more
names, more baby stuff, more hormones and the age old argument “you don’t know
what this pain is like” and guys let me assure you that the reply argument that
getting hit in the groin is about the same…will not go down well and you may very well experience that pain depending on your partner!
So suddenly the baby is born and then what? They don’t
really teach you this stuff in school, I don’t think in those first couple of
hours holding my son and changing him did Pythagoras theorem really apply to a
child covered in green poop…(yes its green for the first while).
So anyway, we were sitting there and waiting to be
discharged from the hospital but the nurse wont allow us to until the baby has
a pee so they can make sure all works, he already done a poop, several – quite
nasty, but we had to wait it out. Constantly checking the nappy, praying,
hoping he had peed. He didn’t.
Waiting in a hospital is boring at the best of times if
there is nothing wrong with you, but to get us out of the hospital and home I
contemplated pouring some of my glass of water in to the nappy – but I couldn’t
start out my parental life being irresponsible, or could i? well I didn’t. But
in the end we left him in the cot, naked so the cool draught could make him
pee, and my my when he did, what was my first reaction? Certainly not to cover
the stream of piss flowing freely like a champagne bottle just uncorked, but to
cheer and call for the nurse all the while my son has covered the cot, the
curtain and the bed in piss.
Finally we were dressed and discharged and on our way to the
car…which is another story in its own. ..seatbelts being stretched to the limit
to wrap around and secure my new son, seats slid forward so close to the
steering wheel that I could almost feel how a 70 year old woman sits in her
Nissan Micra out for a Sunday drive.
Then home, to the quiet of that first night, where it all
sinks in, the excitement, the anticipation, the fear.
During the blog we will return to some of the old stories,
and share a laugh and a tear…there are a few sad stories so be prepared.
As a note I would just like to apologise for the lack of
structure to this initial blog, but as the weeks and months progress it will
become more fluent and relevant. Feel free to leave comments and posts and we
can become a community of dads all striving to better ourselves for our kids!
Videos, Facebook Q&A Sessions and live chat will be
something I hope I can get going into 2018 along with other things!
Have a happy new year out there dads!
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