19 May 2007

Paternity fits

The baby, it seems, likes to be wrapped up super-tight. And yes, that is a giant bump on her head, and no, no one dropped her. It will go away in a couple of days, we're told.

I always thought having a baby was a complicated thing. It's not. The baby cries, it means one of three things (99% of the time): Either she is taking (or has just taken) a dump and needs to be changed; or she is uncomfortable with her clothes situation or how you are holding her; or she needs to eat and sucking on your finger will only placate her for 10 minutes. Then it's the breast or lots of shouting.

For those of you who are wondering, I think I'm doing well being a father so far. When she was born, it sort of clicked — whatever natural father hormone that had been evading me the last 9 months was sufficiently secreted. I have yet to feel uneasy about it or inadequate. Maybe this is a bad thing. I haven't decided yet. But for now, I can look into her little turtle eyes and say, I think the three of us are going to be okay.