You know how the story goes, every parent has always told you that it’s hard to be a parent to a baby and your whole life changes. Well, they are lying. I always said I didn’t believe this idea and I still don’t. I can’t speak about parenting as a whole for the entire duration from birth to adolescence but as far as a newborn baby goes, it’s really not that hard. You change dirty diapers, keep him clean, feed him when he’s hungry and comfort him when he needs safety and closeness. That’s it.…
It’s been a bit over a week now since Ean’s birth. These are my thoughts and advice to you.
I am absolutely exhausted, this actually came as a surprise to me but between work, being a stay at home dad, managing a house construction and caring for a recovering wife from the marathon of labor there is very little room left for me. Both speech and thoughts are affected to the point of slurrying and having difficulty organising thoughts and words. It’s not so much the sleep deprivation, I never cared much for sleep. It’s the emotional stress that I have to assume any parent who cares for their own kids goes through. Your baby is crying and you are trying everything in your power to find what’s wrong and calm them down, but sometimes nothing hits the spot.
This is for me by far the most challenging thing so far. I can change a diaper with my eyes closed, I have learned techniques that I will go over later with you that helps to sooth an agitated baby, I even have a constant food dispenser in the shape of wives breast so I never have to worry about formula, temperatures, dosages and whether or not he had enough food. All of these things are as I expected, a cakewalk. It’s the helplessness and how it affects my self-esteem and confidence that is the most difficult to deal with.
My advice to you, whether you’re a mother or a father is, sleep, sleep, sleep. Any chance you get, any window of opportunity you get to catch a few REM cycles. Put away the phone, Instagram, Skype and Facebook and make sleep your number one priority at all times. It’s a rare commodity when you have a newborn so I can not stress this enough. Dishes, cleaning, friends and family can wait, just get some sleep. At this point in a newborn there is no sense of normalsy or patterns. Your baby can want to eat twice in three hours and then sleep long enough for you to go and check if he’s still breathing.
The highlight of the week was taking a shower with Ean. It was the first real thing that we shared and that wasn’t related to me performing a sanitary service.
Looking beyond the sleep deprivation and shattered confidence, this is truly a time that is both remarkable and amazing. You start noticing changes and nuances. You spend hours just staring at this little creature that is so helpless and your heart will throw off fireworks. I could barely look at him the first four days without tearing up simply because my body couldn’t contain my soul and overwhelming sense of amazement. Now, this is important to say: Not everyone has this experience and there is NOTHING wrong with that. Postpartum depression is very real and it’s perfectly normal, so if you find yourself not being able to connect with the baby immediately, don’t worry and give it some time, if you are concerned, seek help and council.…
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I was resting in bed when she called for me, asking me to come for a moment. I asked what’s up and I saw her sitting on the toilet and said: My water broke. On June 12th 2015 at 14:00, Ana’s water broke. What followed was the most tumultuous weekend of my life.…
I remember a time when there were content creators and content consumers and a gap between them. Nowadays everyone can be either one, at any time. It’s indeed a new era and a great way of democratising art and the perception of it, even if it brings an abundance of duckface selfiestick portraits and cheezy quotes. On my Instagram page you’ll find my attempts to capture the beauty of everyday life.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”/Shakespeare
Shakespeare was right, of course it doesn’t really matter what we call him, he will still be who he will be. The question I ask myself is, will he feel and look like what we name him? You know some people you meet, they own their names in a way that you’d think they picked it themselves.…
The Dawn Of A New Life – This is the most amazing person I’ve ever met. The strongest and calmest, smartest and silliest. She is my compass and my favorite person to get lost with.
When she got pregnant I prepared myself for what I thought was going to be 9 months of caregiving, cravings and pampering. It was her sensitivity that made me fear the worst but one should never mistake sensitivity with frailty.
I can’t say enough how proud I am, how impressed I am with how she hascarried herself throughout these months. I’ve seen a strength and determination that I’ve never seen in anyone and it is not just a pleasure and a joy to share this with her, but an honor and privilege.
Today she’s 37 weeks pregnant, which means baby is officially full term and ready to pop at any time. One would think that being over 8 months pregnant would slow her down. Instead she is more active than ever, topping out yesterday at 8km of walking!
A few weeks ago I took her down to the sea to watch the sunrise and take some photos. I wanted to illustrate the beauty of mankind with the extraordinary beauty of nature as a backdrop.
Some things are better said than read, so I decided to record it. Watch and listen, or read the article below.
I’ve never been what people might call “a team player”, nor do I enjoy the idea of conforming to ideas that I disagree with or don’t think seem logical or constructive. Whether I was a performer, DJ or desk clerk I always went my own way and that doesn’t go well with the other “team players”. Deciding to become a SAHD (Stay At Home Dad) kind of, whether I liked it or not, pushed me into that “team player” mentality where a large group of people come together over a mutual idea.
I’ve never been a father before, certainly not a SAHD and I haven’t even been around babies a lot, or at all in my life. If there was ever the need for support from a community of “peers”, this was it.…
Whether you’ve planned it or not, the news about becoming a parent will throw you for a loop. Once you’ve recovered from the initial shock, the reality of the daunting task’s ahead will slowly come seeping down into your consciousness. One of them will be the inexplicably panicking question of “Will I be able to handle it?”.…
About four months into the pregnancy we decided it was time to start looking at which stroller we should buy. Being that we are first time parents we had absolutely no clue what to look for or what to consider when buying. What I knew for sure was that the comfort of… do you say driving? Pushing? Let’s say handling. The highest priority was how the stroller managed different surfaces and how easy it was handling it regardless if I was out for a brisk walk or slipping past people in a crowded place. We spent weeks and visited every possible shop in Malta which had different brands and ironically enough, we ended up picking the first one we saw.
The first thing to understand is that there is no such thing as the perfect stroller. Depending on your lifestyle and habits you will want to have something that matches that. So, let’s start from the bottom (now we’re here. #drake).…