Well, I've officially joined ParentGaf
Everyone meet Max. Born 28th Jan weighing a terrifying 9lb 4oz. His mum Lucie managed this Herculean task with just
gas and air in a birthing pool. My respect for her, which was already admirably, is off the scale now.
We're three weeks in and I didn't think it would be possible to feel so much in such a short space of time.
That first week? Good God, what a ride. I don't know if it was shock, or panic, or exhaustion, but both my partner and I felt broken. I cried myself to sleep a few times (when sleep was remotely possible of course). I've never felt lonlier than walking around my house at 3am with this wailing little thing, not knowing how to make him feel better. I won't sugar coat it, I was terrified I'd ruined my life.
I think the main issue (aside from, you know,
becoming solely responsible for another human being) was that we thought we were prepared. We'd both read a number of books, are very close to our young nieces and nephews, and also attending an NCT Antenatal Course (a charity run antenatal class available to couples in GB).
What we learnt in that first week though was that everything we'd read and learnt about up until that point was about either breastfeeding or labour. Nothing, literally nothing we'd done beforehand had prepared us for what to do once we had our little bundle of joy. I remember in the hospital on the first night whilst Lucie was asleep I needed to change Max for the first time. I just stood at the changing table completely dumbstruck, surrounded by all these lotions, potions, swabs and nappies. It was like trying to diffuse a bomb.
A very loud bomb.
That smelt like shit.
After that first week though things started to improve. The three of us slowly got into a rhythm and we learnt things very quickly. Sleeping as and when you can, not thinking he's going to die just because he's crying, and leaving behind any notion of personal space or hygiene to name but a few.
I can safely say though that, three weeks in, I am the happiest I have ever been in my entire life. Max is amazing, his mother incredible, and I cannot wait to see what the future brings us.
So all I can say to any new parents is persevere. It goes get better, and after getting better, it gets awesome. It's the most rewarding thing in the world... Even if you do spend most of your time cleaning poo off another person's balls.