Pain is not seeing your bear all day. In the morning she's feeding as soon as you get up, and resting between feeds as you leave. You get home, it's evening, she's feeding. After, she's asleep. Then she wakes after a good sleep. Sleep is good. You change her, you hold her to comfort her. She looks at you like 'you're the guy who used to be around all the time but isn't any more' then wriggles and cries until mum takes her off you. You go to bed. You get up in the morning, she's feeding, you pull on an iron-free business shirt, button the cuffs, understand why people buy lottery tickets...
Smiling moments include when you get up to go to the bathroom at 5am and she starts crying and you go into her room and pick her up and hold her to your chest and sing her Hallelujah and she stops crying and her little hands squeeze your chest hairs and you feel her go calm and you put her down after 10 minutes and she is already deeply asleep.
The pain is like having an oxy-torch going inside your intestines. The smiling moments are like snowballs made from white chocolate ice cream.
Blossomage is now 4 weeks old. I have at least 3 hairs left.
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Halleluljah - Leonard Cohen, Emmylou Harris, or Handel?
Cast Iron Balcony
Ah Armagnac Esq. You do break my heart.
I think I'm going to have to stop reading your blog soon - it's making me a little too emotional.
I feel like I'm reading my future. What was that show about the guy who gets tomorrow's newspaper today? That kind of thing.
Not that I don't appreciate the insights...
ahhhhh.
of pain - get ready for the injuries - you, not the baby. i was thinking the other day that being a parent is a little like being a professional sportsperson because injury is such par for the course. you know, the accidental headbutts, the flying leaps onto your ribs, the hair being pulled mid tantrum, the almost-broken nose. all which you just have to grin and bear, because they don't mean to hurt you.
Why are you using the word 'you' instead of 'I', I wonder?
Hannie
Turn of phrase I think hannie, no hidden event disassociation issues as far as I'm aware!
She's already pulling my glasses off and flinging them Gianna!
Stay with me Paul, you're on the cusp of the main game now.
And castiron- cohen, version by buckley, though sung by me probably more like the pogues!
No dissing the great Shane McGowan, if you don't mind!
Yep. It is tough. It began to get easier as I got used to it, and as my eldest got older. Then it started all over again when my youngest was born. And I started paying attention again to when other men talked about similar feelings.
Would you believe who said this? –
"A day you miss with you kids is a day you never get back."
Mark Latham. No kidding.
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