I’ve been a father for one week, and my descent into “bumbling idiot” could not have happened at a more alarming pace.
Jaclyn woke me (or attempted to, anyway) last night to have me check Miles’s diaper. I soon called out that I couldn’t find him. Jaclyn asked what I was doing, and I said, “I’m looking for him…can you help?” Between mutterings of “Are you all right?” and “Jesus Christ, Brian,” Jaclyn walked over to the bassinet, where Miles was still sound asleep. I looked down, finally alert enough to realize that the baby was in fact not in my arms yet, and I had been mindlessly fumbling with a clump of bedsheets. Needless to say, Jaclyn let me sleep through the next changing/feeding session.