Following the consumption of something that catastrophically failed to agree with her, Jaclyn spent most of the day in bed feeling miserable. While I certainly felt bad for her, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been looking at the situation optimistically, as it gave me and Miles a chance to hang out, no … Continue reading Day 56
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Day 55: The Sounds of the Night-time II
I came to the slightest modicum of consciousness last night, I'm not certain of the time, to the sounds of Miles wailing. The cries were emphatic, and even in my stupor I was concerned. With half-opened eyes, I rolled over to look down to the foot of the bed, making out the shapes of both … Continue reading Day 55: The Sounds of the Night-time II
Day 52
Miles was pretty cranky yesterday, and he followed that up with his first restless night since leaving the hospital. Sporadic fussing throughout the evening and night kept Jaclyn returning to his bassinet in a half-conscious stupor as she tried to comfort him. I kept my distance (i.e., "attempted to sleep") throughout it all, only making … Continue reading Day 52
Day 48
"I wish he was old enough to sleep in bed with us. I just want to cuddle with him." - Jaclyn
Day 45
Guess who was up all night vomiting, then started suffering from dehydration in the early morning hours? And guess who managed to sleep through ALL of it? If you've known me more than a year, you probably also know that the answer to the first question is not "Miles" but is in fact "Brian." An … Continue reading Day 45
Day 26
So I've been having a lot of bug-related dreams lately. Big bugs, small bugs, hordes of bugs -- you name it. I'm not sure where it's all coming from, but I honestly hadn't given it much thought until today, when Miles was on the floor on his play mat. As I sat on the edge … Continue reading Day 26
Day 24: The Sounds of the Night-time I
Early this morning, I woke to the sounds of Jaclyn. I glanced at her silhouette at the foot of the bed, back lit by the sliver of light coming through the crack in the bathroom door. I shuffled slightly in my stupor, my foot grazing the changing pad that rested atop our bed. I drifted … Continue reading Day 24: The Sounds of the Night-time I
Day 10
I've told people repeatedly this week that it's not the baby keeping us up at night, but rather the other way around. And while that continues to be true, it does seem that nights have become needlessly complicated and directionless. Our burgeoning system of mutual assistance all but completely corrodes at night, when both of … Continue reading Day 10
Day Nine
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, … Continue reading Day Nine
Day Two
The realest moment of of those first few hours comes not when the actual birth happens, but (as with most major life turning points) when you wake up from your first post-birth sleep. We we're fortunate enough to have a nurse that kept the baby for a little extra time during his first bath, which … Continue reading Day Two
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 