Time does fly past when you’re a new dad, I haven’t blogged for over a week and that won’t do.
This morning I was thinking about the little noises baby is making and it made me wonder what her voice will sound like? Something integral to who a person is, how they will be perceived and recognised is yet to develop. That’s a bit weird.
In other less random updates, things have been rather settled. baby is getting good amounts of sleep at night, and once put to bed at between 9:30 and 11 she usually sleeps until about three or four, then after a change and feed, again until seven or eight. Last night she went to bed at 10 and didn’t wake until 6 – amazing! Wifey was actually worried there was something wrong as she hadn’t been woken up earlier but baby fed well and Wifey was back in bed as I left for work – success!
The sleep has been good for me for a few weeks now, I rarely properly wake up when baby wakes at night, the only trouble I’ve had is getting to sleep (I’ve always struggled with insomnia). Work pressures have been building and I find it hard not having any evening downtime to clear my head. I had a chat with Wifey about this, (or rather she had a chat with me). Although I’m quite aware I’m not having a lot of fun yet, I thought I’d been managing OK but Wifey has been worried about my apparently quite obvious unhappiness.
I’m trying to make a few changes – making the most of time with baby when she’s in a cheerful mood after the evening feed, and I hope to start going to the gym again soon to get some downtime and also reverse the extra pounds I’ve been piling on since baby arrived (caffeine doesn’t agree with me so I had/have to rely on sugar to keep me going through the exhaustive days!). Problem is finding the energy after a day at work when you’re knackered and hugely out of shape!
But Wifey is right, I do need to take better care of myself so i just need to bite the bullet. The first few sessions are always the worst…
During the week I cover the 5:00 – 6:40 morning shift for nappy changes and feeds. Every day so far our little baby has woken us up just after 5am – 5:02, 5:04, 5:03 – the accuracy is uncanny.
This is the only consitent routine in her whole existance, and it’s damn frustrating that it results in me clawing my way out of bed to deal with poo, wee and hungry screams!
I’m desperately hoping she sleeps a little longer tomorrow as a Friday treat, but I fear she enjoys showing who’s in charge too much…
Last night was a “Good Night”. I got four consecutive hours sleep and woke early enough to do the early feed so that Wifey could enjoy a little more sleep herself. Combining “Working Professional” and “Loving Father” has been challenging, and I’m only on the second day. There’s months of this ahead.
Someone who has brought a particular smile to my face is Tim Minchin with his song “Lullaby”.
Listen on Grooveshark or watch live with the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra below. If you enjoy it, buy his DVDs, tickets to his shows or other merchandise.
The lyrics are below (taken from www.songmeanings.net), but try and listen or watch before reading for the best effect.
Sleep, little baby, sleep now my love
The milky way’s shining, high up above.
When you grow up, you will learn all that stuff,
But now, close your eyes,
Close your eyes.
Sleep little baby, try not to squalk.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, you’ll learn how to walk.
To love and laugh, Make toast/to totter and talk,
But for now, beddie byes
Your blanket’s hand knitted, with pure angora wool,
Your nappy is dry and your tummy is full
Of enough antihistamine, to chill out a bull,
Yet still all this grindging.
What more, could you want? For I just can not guess..
You constantly complain to me,
You should feel blessed,
There are children in Africa starving to death,
And you dont here them whinging.
What else, can I do to put a stop to,
This mind numbing noise you are making?
Where is the line between patting and hitting?
When is rocking rocking, and when is it shaking?
I dont know what else I can do, to try and hush you
My heart says I love you but my brain’s thinking fuck you
And hoping a child trafficer will abduct you,
At least then I’d get a few hours in bed.
I’ve shushed, and I’ve cooed
And I’ve even tried to sing Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da,
In the exact voice of Ringo
Now all I have left,
Is to hope, that a dingo will sneak in and rip off your fat bitching head.
Oh hush, little baby, dont say a word!
Papa’s gonna buy you a mocking bird,
In the hope you’ll get Avian Flu, The nice folk in ANE will take care of you
That’s it, close your eyes, shhh, not a sound
I can barely see your tiny chest moving up and down
One thing they don’t mention in the parenting book
Your love for them grows, the closer to death they look