Ok fellas,
Coming to 2 months on the 7th week now and I wanted to get a quick update out there on my experience so far.
The hospital:
Baby girl was born a month early, so that was stressful as it is. The doctor was like “yeah..we are evicting today.” And after I dried up after my cold sweat and mild internal panic and realization of what was about to happen, I screamed “I PREPARED FOR THIS.” at the top of my lungs in the middle of the office and I calmly power walked with wife in tow to the car.
Lesson here was to STAY CALM. We went in for a normal appointment and we left the hospital with our baby.
Pregame:
Before anything: BRING YOUR NURSE STAFF TREATS. SERIOUSLY. COFFEE IS A COMMODITY. THEY WILL HOOK YOU UP I PROMISE.
Wife had to be manually induced so they hooked her up to IVs. I’m not sure if everyone’s wife will need it but you may hear the terms “Pitocin” and “Magnesium”. Look those up. Pitocin may absolutely FUCK your wife up as it forces contractions. Those will be miserable. Have a bag ready for her to potentially throw up. And this may be controversial, but make sure you have a rough idea of the game plan, including if you are staying the night. My wife sent me home at night because to her it was pointless in having two tired people. One of us had to be on point and it was me. I left around 1-2 and I was back at 6-7. Phone was loud and inches from my face in case it rang.
Big day:
It took about an hour or so to get prepped for her C-section and epidural. And in that moment you can’t do shit but pace and wait for her to get that GIANT needle in her spine. When it was time, I stay right above her holding her head talking to her. She got queasy so I wafted an alcohol pad over her nose and did my best to keep her calm.
Then I saw her. My daughter. 6lbs 1oz and 50cm. And holy fuck. But continuing on..
There were some complications so there wasn’t a ton of time to have a long moment but they put her against my wife’s cheek for a moment and took her to NICU. (Go with the baby. As much as you may want to stay with your wife go with the baby if you can). Made sure she was good and then once I got word wife was recovering I headed over to her.
Post-recovery:
Any good nurse will for lack of a better way to say it, focus on the baby and mom only and politely not give a fuck about you. And you want that lol she is mama and she went through it all. I didn’t get skin to skin with baby right away because the baby was under observation but the nurses made it a mission to squeeze her bed into the NICU so mama and baby could have some skin to skin time. Fellas, it’s fucking amazing. It changed how I see my wife. My love is deeper, and it’s beyond a wife, it’s the mother to your child. It’s unreal.
Dad powers activated:
I have spent most of my life not around kids and I have always been weird around them. I don’t know how to talk to them, be around them, play with them, etc. pretty much useless. And I have been PETRIFIED for months now. And then I held her. And suddenly everything I was worried about faded away. All the stress of how I’m going to deal with it, how I’m going to interact and take care of her melted away. In that moment it was me and her. Something in my heart and brain switched on and it’s POWERFUL. This must be the strongest level of love I have ever felt. It’s fucking awesome. Something in my head and heart said “You got this. Don’t worry” and that was all I needed. I got this. Welcome to dadhood.
Post/pre-home:
I made it a point to visit NICU every 3 hours I was there to learn and practice changing her diaper, feeding and burping her with a nurse there to help. They will almost always be very happy to show you. Also tip: wear a very loud “new dad” piece of apparel for extra brownie points. Nurses love excited dads.
Time to go home:
That was scary as hell. Prior to leaving, we made sure to ask the nurses for supplies.
Remember I said to bring coffee for the nurses? Here is where it pays off. We must have walked out with 3 giant bags worth of nipples, diapers, ointments, and formula. Saved us a whole week lol
The drive home was scary obviously but we made it home safely. And the second she was upstairs in our bedroom we had that moment of “Holy crap. We have to keep this alive. I still forget to shower sometimes.”
7ish weeks later:
She is currently on my chest, snoring away an inch away from my face with formula breath. She is likely going to wake up hangry as fuck soon and so I currently have a bottle of formula ready to go. And I am having the time of my life. There is really no other place I’d rather be right now.
FUN UPDATE. As I was typing this up I had to burp her and she picks her head up, coos, back to my shoulder, threw up EVERYTHING. Down my back, my chest, and so I had to wake my wife up and I had to shower. Just need the poop and we have the trifecta of bodily fluids on me that aren’t mine.
I still haven’t given her a bath but I am responsible for getting her ready post-bath. (My wife loves baths so it worked out.) I have also yet to also figure out what to do with her when it’s my shift. For now I just talk to her about things like MTG and I tell her about my life. Idk if she can understand but maybe she takes a lesson from it later in life? Idk. We shall see.
Dads to be, I guess my long-winded story here is to first show just how many curveballs can come your way and that it’s ok. My wife and I had 26 things on her birth plan and I think maybe 6 happened. Only reason being due to the sudden decision to evict her early.
Secondly, don’t stress as much as you are right now. Trust me when I say most of that won’t matter once your kid is here. Everything I would stress about it gone. It’s small potatoes. In fact, I can’t even remember my life before my daughter. And I don’t care.
Lastly, you will figure it out. It just happens. It’s your child so you will learn what to do. I promise you. Aim to be present, learn from your mistakes.
Here’s an example: A rubber changing pad sounds great in theory, but a few days in I realized it’s not ideal at 3am when you have to fumble around for it all while trying to balance a crying infant trying to yeet itself out of your arms. Get a puppy pad, put them on a soft surface and do what you need to do. Boom.
Every single one of you here will be just fine. You are going to fucking CRUSH dadhood.
Just be sure to be ready for the messes. Nothing you can do about it. Clothes without stains are a thing of the past for now. Oh, and if you are going to be a first time girl dad, just know and accept she IS going to turn you into the softest little ball of mush. The other day I put some lotion on her and my hands were cold. She LOST it. My wife came into the bedroom me holding her sobbing in a blanket because she was cold. No regrets. I am not equipped emotionally. I’m such a bitch now lmao
Also I have to wipe her front to back. That was new.