You know, this parenting thing is hard. Don’t get me wrong, it’s incredible too. It’s a blur of amazing, exhausting, demanding, and rewarding all at the same time.
One minute I’m holding a sleeping ball of love in my arms, feeling good about myself and the whole daddy thing, while the next moment I’m cringing as the ear piercing screams resume and I come under attack by tiny hands with sharp little claws. What happened to my life?
We were warned of the late nights, the diaper changes, the crying, the zombie-like nighttime wandering, and the feeling of waking up exhausted in the mornings. But it cannot be fully understood until experienced firsthand.
The last couple of nights have been especially trying. As my wife put it, it seemed our baby was abducted by aliens. He’s doing much better today, and I’m sure there will be many more rough patches in the future, but we’ll get through it, we don't have a choice...
On a high note, Daddy did get his first smile yesterday. A real smile too, I’ve learned the difference between a I’m just crapping my pants and a hey dad smile. It makes it all worthwhile.
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