Thanks for everyone’s words of congratulations – they mean a lot. I’m slowly posting pics over at my long-neglected Flickr account.
By far, the first day at home was the hardest. You have this multi-month buildup where you plan and do all these things in prep for the kiddo – you get the crib and playpen, stock up on wipes and diapers, get a truckload of onesies, repaint and decorate the nursery, the whole nine – and when you get this tiny blinking creature back from the hospital and in your house for the first time, it’s like you’ve entered a completely different world than what you’re used to.
The hospital was a different matter. The two-and-a-half days were like sleep-away camp, really. You bunk with your wife, get a crash course on parenting, have a flood of counselors (nurses) overseeing you and available whenever you have a problem. At home, you’re completely on your own and acutely aware of all your shortcomings as human beings and held into account by a squalling newborn who doesn’t give a damn you haven’t showered in three days, had a shave in four, or changed your underwear in five.
Even with all that, it’s absolutely worth it and I wouldn’t change it for the world. Little Gavin is beyond awesome; the first time he gave me a half-smile, I would have gladly done anything for that kid, even if that smile was most likely caused by gas.
I think I’m adapting quickly to fatherhood, however changing diapers is the weakest part of my game. Gavin loves to keep his knees bent and kicks furiously whenever we lay him down for a change. His legs bob and weave and it’s sort of like a high school basketball player trying to guard LeBron James.
The funniest part of all this? I have a large pile of To Be Read books from the library on my dresser. I brought them home, you see, because I thought that I’d have time to read them while I’m home from work.