It was not that long ago that I was just another cool-guy Architect wandering the streets with my awesome new wife while we popped in and out of the trendy places in NYC. Of course some of this could possibly be my own perceived awesomeness, but hey, there’s nothing wrong with a good self image.
Flash forward 2.8 seconds and I have an absurdly large diaper bag slung over my arm (jammed full of an exorbitant amount of diapers, extra clothes, burp cloths, more burp cloths, baby wipes, and more burp cloths – just in case we get stranded for a week somewhere and our baby decides to eat a lot of Mexican food). I have a pocket full of pacifiers (because somehow, there is a 1 second window where you turn your head and a pacifier turns into a rocket). There’s always 3 other things I have to bring as well; things that used to be easy to carry like a cup of coffee, my wallet, and a phone; that suddenly become impossible to keep track of and handle with any kind of dignity. Oh and, where are my keys?
Of course I am exaggerating a tiny bit. Having our son last November was the absolute best thing that has happened to us in our entire lives – hands down. And, it may sound like I’m setting myself up to be Superdad, but in actuality, without my wife, this whole effort would be hopeless. She’s truly the glue, the support, & the never-ending machine that makes this all possible – and you can tell her I said that (please tell her that I said that).
There are times though when we look up for a second and ask each other “What. . . just. . . happened??”. All of the sudden we need to be experts on infant nutrition, everything in the house is wet from saliva, and Babies R Us has decided to just make us a key so we can come and go as we please. All of this while maintaining our careers, attempting to buy/build a house, and try to remain as awesome as we know we can be.
Advice? Sure, I have advice. Laughs? Why not? I’m hilarious. My hope is that I can relay all of the amazing, confusing, uplifting, draining, and completely overwhelming moments of going from zero to Dad in 1 second flat.