Well, i’ve been a dad for a week now.
After barely 5 hours of labor on Wednesday February 22, my amazing wife gave birth to a little girl. In a matter of hours, the great mystery of who the little person was that had been so expertly nestled in her belly for 9 months was revealed. In that same amount of time, I went from being an unsuspecting naive young man to being an unsuspecting naive young father. I now have a daughter to look at, to hold, and to (attempt to) comfort. As she lies next to me in her cocoon like swaddling cloth, the notion of what it means to be her father still feels a little uncertain, yet utterly gratifying. The following quote from the book Crawling: A Father’s First Year says it best:
In the back of my mind I knew I’d have children someday. I just didn’t know how to get there with any grace. I was on one side of a canyon, aware the I’d be on the other side, but had no clue how to make the bridge. And now, i am on the other side, and there was no bridge, just this wild biological leap of faith (and some discussion, some unprotected sex). Here i am, a parent. I’m teetering on the edge of the other side though. I have to learn how to be a parent, to care for this baby. It’s terrifying.
But i think i’m getting warmed up to it. For now, i’ll follow my instincts, which tell me this: don’t drop her. keep her safe. give her nourishment and warmth. love the heck out of her!