I am living in a house of contrasts. Well, I call it contrasts, my wife calls it you-have-no-idea-what-I’m-going-through-growing-YOUR-baby.
I’ve just spent the last two weeks at home being a full time dad, and loved it. My wife has spent the last two weeks allowing the parasite that is our unborn child suck another 200 grams of energy from her. I’ve watched my child develop intellectually into a clever, gifted communicator. My wife is sick to death of my daughters new found ability to ask “why” about everything and then whine for Australia if she doesn’t get her own way. I’ve watched in awe as my little baby grew up before my eyes, staying up all day and on a few occasions to 10pm handling it with ease. My wife is mourning the 40minutes of peace and quiet she could count on each day.
As I type this post on the eve of my return to work, relaxed and recharged after spending a fortnight not in meetings, working on spreadsheets and power point presentations, I can’t help but notice my pregnant wife, 32 weeks pregnant flopped on the the lounge, wincing as she reaches for the remote control, sweating in the 30 degree heat. The image sums us both up at the moment. There’s me, wishing the holiday will never end, looking for ways to work from home (insert plug for a very keen blogger looking for work) whilst my wife spends each day finding a new pain, discomfort or ill effect from the little person growing inside her.
But although we are very different in our current outlook there is one thing we have in common. After two and half years we have definitely forgotten how to be parents to a new born. We’ve definitely ‘lost our edge’, stamina and patience. In fact we are so far from remembering what is was like to have a new born in our house that I actually believe I had any stamina, an edge or patience!
A two-and-a-half year old is easy (well our one is anyway). You can reason (“would you like to wear your blue skirt or grey skirt?”… “this one”… “ok, green dress it is! lets go”). you can go to fun places like beaches and swimming pools and actually enjoy yourself. You can watch Peppa Pig and both get the jokes. You can eat ice-cream and chase each other around a park and best of all, you can leave them alone for a few minutes and they won’t die! A new born needs to eat every 2-3 hours, cries – lots, sleeps – lots… in the day whereas at night they need to be patted to sleep, and patted, and patted… Basically the new born doesn’t have the instruction book that we’ve spent two and a half years writing for the first one.
Intellectually I realise that every child is different and that our tough experiences with the first do not mean our second will be the same but lately my ability to get along with our new housemate, due at the end of February is starting to weigh on my mind. Rather than our first where I had a healthy fear of the unknown now, this time, I know.
With my impending arrivel there’s going to be a bit of a theme over the next few weeks. That theme being – “here we go again”. and this weeks questions are… how did you prepare for the second one? Were you prepared or were you caught napping? Was the second easier, different or both?
Great to be back in the blogging seat and sharing as always with our favourite Tuesday link up essentiallyjess. Happy 2013 everyone.