Friday, April 26, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Just as a short post/thought: I remember before we had our son the thought of changing diapers and such was an almost horrific thought for me. Now we have a robust 7 month old cruising around the house, and getting into all sorts of fun things, I realized that those the types of thoughts I had before are gone. I changed 2 stinky diapers yesterday, on both of which I was peed on, and on one I was pooped on as well. I shrugged these off, didn't have a second thought about it until today was I was thinking of my mentality before we had children. It's interesting to think about the mind set before and after having children, we become entirely new people! Thoughts?
Friday, February 1, 2013
I remember back in high school thinking " I have so much to do between school, friends, and work", little did I know that high school time was getting me ready for the real world, and those concerns have transformed into college, career, and family. I currently go to school full time, and work a part time job. Luckily the nature of my part time job allows me to get some schoolwork done while I'm there, so I'm really lucky in that aspect. Family unfortunately seems to always be last in the pecking order, the demands of the boss and professors seem to take precedance. Even when I'm home I seem to be distracted by additional schoolwork, and wrapping up some paperwork from work. Anyone else have this problem, how do you spend quality time with your family amidst the obligations on daily life?
Monday, January 28, 2013
When my wife and I first conceived our little boy, we were excited and terrified at the same time. We had no idea how to raise a child, and frankly having children wasn't on our agenda for a few years. Our family has a saying though, "God laughs when we make plans", not to get overly religious, but I believe that God has certain things in store for us, and sometimes our personal plans get in the way of his, and in that tug of war, my money is definitely on God. So during the 9 months that we were waiting for our little way, we diligently prepared the only way new parents know how - frantically! During this time we had heard of some of the things to watch out for before and after birth, and one of those was postpartum depression. I personally had dismissed this and thought " that won't happen to us", but therein lies that old family saying again, I think God gave a chuckle and thought "sorry, but its another hurdle for you to jump". A few months after Liam came to this world, my wife and I were having arguments more frequently than usual, and finally in culminated into a big fight, but from the ashes of that argument we agreed that my wife needed to go see the doctor to see if she may have postpartum depression.
I should explain a few things, my wife was very excited to start breast feeding our new born baby to have that connection with him, and I supported her no matter what she wanted to do with him, I was just happy to have a healthy baby boy. That first night he was wisked off to the NICU, my wife was also going through a hard time after birth, she had been in labor for 37 hours, she had planned on doing all this naturally, but after 30 hours they told her that she needed medicine to take the pain away, because they were already starting to talk about having a c-section. Our OBGYN insisted that they wait and her have the baby naturally. At 37 hours she pushed and Liam came out with the cord around his neck. This didn't allow my wife and I to have that very first bonding moment with our son, but we were just glad that he was safe. I went with our son while my mother-in-law stayed with my wife in her room. I didn't know it, but the birth took a lot out of my wife, she lost a lot of blood, and it was stressful on her body, she essentially blacked out, and wasn't able to feed Liam that first time either. After all that though, things went pretty normally, my wife started breast feeding and pumping on a regualr basis, and little Liam was very healthy and very happy! Unfortunately that little thing called life got in the way, and we had to start going back to school and work. So we made the decision that my wife would try to pump as much as possible, and we would make up the rest with formula, I personally thought that as long as he had a full belly and was a happy boy, I was a happy dad. I didn't realize how important it is to some women to have that experience with their children to breast feed them, and it made my wife very depressed not being able to breast feed all the time. She tried to hide it, and tried to push it away, but her postpartum depression had manifested, and its something that we have to work through.
Our son is on formula now fulltime, my wife's supply diminished pretty quickly, but he is in the 70% percentile for his weight and 60% for his height, so he is a very healthy little boy, and my wife does such a good job taking care of him and working with him. But those negative feelings are still there, and its at times like this that I wish I could understand and cope with my wifes feelings more, so I could help her through this tough time in her life. I above all always reassure her of my love for her, and reassure her that she is a wonderful mother to our baby boy. I hope that she knows I really do mean those things, and think the world of her. But those negative thoughts and feelings permeate, and she sometimes feels like she isn't as good as she can be. I wish I could adequately express how much I love and appreciate my wife, and what a great mother she is to our son. She is just so caring and loving towards him, and he really is such a lucky little boy to have her. I'm sure that most every father thinks that way about their baby's mamma! While this time has been trying, I just try my best to be there for her, and reassure her how much she is appreciated! To those fathers who have experience with their partner having postpartum depression please share your experience!
Here is my wifes version of her story:
I've seen other blogs talking about the "new dad experience" and it seems that many of them fall short right around the time of birth, and I can understand why now! Ever since that little child has come into our lives we've barely had a moment to breathe, and we've loved every moment of it. Our littley boy was born on July 3rd, and was almost immeidtaley whisked off to the NICU because he wasn't breathing on his own. He had the cord wrapped around his neck and the doctor had to get that cut quickly, and then the code was called to have him ressucitated. As anyone who has gone through this before knows how scary it is, but we agreed beforehand that we would trust the doctors at the hospital and let them do their work. Our son started breathing on his own after six minutes, and was an incredibly healthy boy otherwise, and from the moment he was born his eyes were wide open, taking in the world. The NICU nurses were absolutely fantastic, and very reassuring. Overall this was a scary first experience as parents, but it made us all the more thankful for such an awesome little boy.
That was six months ago, and being a full time student, having a part time job, and trying to spend every moment with my new little family doesn't leave a lot of time to write, but as any new parent knows thats the norm. Liam is now 6 months old and is now mobile! He crawls from one side of the house to the other giggling all the way, and he's starting to discover all of those drawers that he's not supposed to get into to! But he's a fun little boy, and makes every day fun. Every morning when he wakes up he has a big smile for whoever comes into his room to get him, and is a happy smiley boy all day long. Being a new dad really is a unique experience, and I don't think I've ever felt more like a father then the time that I got pooped, peed, and spat up on all at the same time, and all I could do is laugh about it. My little boy makes my life that much richer, and every day I'm learning something new with him and my wife.
Hopefully I'llstart updating more, and everyone can share their experiences as well. I've recently had to do research for a paper in my english class about the decrease in the role of fathers in America, and honestly my research shocked me. More and more there are less fathers in the home, and they've given up their fatherly responsibilites. Now I know that divorce and extenuating circumstances happen, but the research was pretty conclusive that overall there are less and less fathers in the home. Now being a child of divorce I know first hand how sucky it can be having only one parent in the home, even though I was raised by my father, but this made me of the opinion that no matter what my wife and I would stay togehter for our children. I'm a firm believer that a child deservest to have 2 parents in the household whether that be a mom and a dad, 2 dads, or 2 moms, a child needs both of his parents. Not that my wife and I are getting a divorce or would ever consider that, I love my babies mama! She is my perfect sweetheart, and I love her very much! Anyway I'll wrap up this rant, and promis to write more!