02/19/2025
Remember this feeling when your child was first born? Remember wanting to give them the world and do anything to protect them? Try to find that feeling when you separate from their other parent. I wish people loved their children more than hate the other parent. Kids would be so much better off.
“It didn't hit me until she was coming. I swear, I was fine. I actually helped deliver her. It was just me and the nurse until the very end; I was the one holding my wife’s leg up. But when the baby started coming out, I mean-- not just the head— but fully coming out, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I started getting hot flashes. I had to sit down and put an ice pack on my head. I think it was just the weight of it all. Not a scary type of weight, but the anticipation had just been so huge; it's something I've been wanting for a long time. She’s three weeks old now. I’ve been lucky to take off work and get that time in when she's brand new, when she's just—here. You know? There’s been a lot of sitting on the couch. A lot of TV. We’ve ordered a lot of food. A lot of changing diapers, a lot of holding her. It’s fu***ng wild, holding her. I just stare at her. I don't know what else to do. I just stare at her with amazement-- thinking about how she's going to grow up, and we get to be there and watch it. She already has her own independence. The nurses told us she was self-soothing that very first night at the hospital, so she already knows how to take care of herself. She doesn’t even like the binky. So, you know, I hope she keeps that part of herself. She’s also a little bit of an animal. She likes to growl and bite when she’s feeding. She’s ferocious, you know? I hope she takes that with her too.”
