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Day 360: labor

There are these videos that we watch in the prenatal classes that we go to, which are full of slimy newborns, milk-filled breasts, and the faces of women in labor. After a while, you kind of get used to most of it and I think it’s certainly acclimated me to what to expect (at least visually) when my son is born. When he comes out all icky and bloody and looking a bit like Benjamin Button, I won’t be shocked by it. The videos have helped that much.

It hasn’t completely calmed me in terms of labor, though. Sure, it has helped to identify the stages of labor, helped to define what transition means, and helped to set guidelines for when we should call or drive to the hospital. But every woman’s labor is so different and most women, as the actual delivery nears, get kind of crazy.

Not lunatic psychopath crazy, but they’re clearly dealing with a kind of pain that most have never experienced before and it takes them to another plane. It’s a little scary that Katie is going to go through that in about a month or so. Even after seeing the videos, I’m not completely sure what to expect from her.

And my biggest role once we arrive at the delivery room will be one of comfort and calming, but I’ve never been in that situation before. Will I be able to react quickly and correctly when Katie starts really feeling those contractions? Will I be able to stay focused and calm myself?

I don’t see how any class or video or thing (aside from having had a child already) could ever prepare you fully for the experience. I’m excited. And nervous. And a bit gassy, although that might be unrelated.

Day 354: activity

I don’t do all that much physical activity.

I have a job where I sit most of the day (or, if I do get up, it’s because I’m walking to a meeting room to sit somewhere else) and, when I get home, the things that I enjoy the most are sedentary: watching things on the TV, playing video games, reading.

I used to enjoy playing team sports, but it’s hard to motivate myself to find a team that doesn’t mind having an out-of-shape misfit, much less actually going to practices or games.  I still get somewhat intimidated by pick-up games with people I don’t know and the people I do know tend to like doing the same things I like when we get together: watching things and playing video games.

And I’ve tried to start or keep some kind of consistent gym routine but it’s never stuck.

Anyway, this is all material that I’ve covered in this blog before.  What struck me recently is that I’m going to feel like such a hypocrite when my son is born.  For an extended period of his youth, I’m going to want the kid to balance his sedentary and physical time, when I don’t really do a good job of doing it myself.

In my head, though, it’ll be much easier to motivate myself.  Playing with my kid?  That seems like it’ll top watching an episode of Glee or playing an hour of Mass Effect 2.  So maybe having a child will help solve some of that, just by merit of a child naturally wanting to expend energy.

I’m sure that having a baby in the house may also cut down on the amount of time I can spend just sitting on the couch.  But it’s something I’ll have to make an effort to do: be more active, if nothing else for the simple fact that my son will be watching me.  And I need to set a good example.

Day 346: baby shower

We had a baby shower today, which was joyful and exhausting. The baby got a lot of cool new things (like this awesome diaper cake) and I got a newfound appreciation for the ability to suck liquid from a baby bottle. I also learned, for a short time, what life would be like with a lisp.

You see, we had a contest/game where we competed to see who could empty a baby bottle the fastest. It took me about twelve and a half minutes to empty half the bottle (considerably behind everyone else, some of whom cheated but others who were simply better babies than I was). But the worst part was that after all that hard work, my tongue and jaw muscles had somehow tired themselves out in a way that I had an unavoidable lisp. Try as I might, I could not pronounce an S sound without considerable work and difficulty.

While it was humorous because I knew that I would regain control of my mouth soon (and the lisp eventually wore itself out in the span of 10 minutes or so), it gave me some insight into what life must be like for people who can’t get rid of their lisp that easily. It was so frustrating to know what something should sound like yet not be able to pronounce it correctly.

It also made me anxious to, well, have this baby already. I’m not saying that I want it to arrive early, but now that we’re even more surrounded by baby objects, it’s hard to not imagine an actual baby sleeping in our crib or wearing his onesies or barfing on all the receiving blankets we have now.

Day 345: this baby is real

Katie and I went to the baby doctor today. It was just another appointment in a long line of baby doctor visits, but today marks six weeks until the due date of our baby (and only three weeks until the baby is full term)!

And I know that the baby is real. I’ve seen it in grainy black and white, I’ve felt it move inside of Katie’s belly (which is both awesome and extremely weird), and I’ve seen the effects on Katie’s energy levels.

But somehow, it never really hit me that March 5 was so soon. That I could be an official daddy in a month if the baby comes a bit early. Until today. Somehow, it suddenly became clear just how close we are to actually having this baby.

Where did those 8 months go? I’ve been so excited to see and hold and cuddle this baby, but now that we’re so close, it’s hard not to get nervous. Will I be a good father? Will I know what to do? Will I be able to raise my son to be the best he can be? What’s going to happen to our lives?

I’ve never been so happy or so scared.

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