Today was my first day back at work since Miles entered our lives. Do dads look forward to this normally? Because I sure as hell wasn’t.
In all honesty I felt pretty guilty leaving this morning, especially thinking that THIS would be the norm. How much of my son’s life am I going to miss going forward? Have I bonded enough with him in these crucial early days, despite my lack of succulent, milk-producing breasts? Would I ever see the little guy again?
I say that last one in jest. Mostly. But this is a more accurate representation of what typical life is than the last two whirlwind weeks have been. I’ll work all day (and, in the case of Tuesdays and Wednesdays, go to my second gig immediately after) and, if I’m lucky, get ten or fifteen minutes of quality time in that night.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 