I remember my situation – young, money-focused, imageconscious and selfish perhaps. Then I found out EJ was pregnant, and things started to change. I took responsibility reassuring her that everything would work out – emotional support at first, then organising a plan for our child's arrival.
The first thing I did when I became a dad was, well, I cried to be perfectly honest. Turns out I hadn’t quite grasped how intense and amazing childbirth would be. To witness my very own baby being born was a cocktail of emotions. Part of me and part of my loved one together, to form this tiny person. Wow! What a concept to grasp.
The first three weeks consisted mainly of routine change. It involved putting aside the 'me me me' way of life, and working towards being a supportive partner and loving father.
The 'magic six weeks’ was a subject talked about by numerous people. “She’ll start feeding, sleeping and pooping better then!” they said. But for us there was no 'magic six weeks'. However, having it as a goal helped us a lot in the beginning.
At around five weeks our baby girl started to sleep the occasional five hours and lately she has even been known to sleep right through the night (we’re lucky, we know! Fingers crossed it’ll last). The feeding and latching problems we thought would never end are now a thing of the past, and the poos on the floor, sleepless nights and screaming contests are all worth it to see our very own sponge learn and grow by the day.
I love coming home to smiles from our beautiful girl. It reminds me what a unique kind of love this is. Micah Liddicoat