Seriously? Has it really been a month? What just happened?
They say time flies once you have kids. So many people have told me “don’t blink.” Well, I think I blinked. Finn is already a month old today.
I remember watching this kid come into this world and being hit by a wave of emotions. That day was the day my life changed forever. And It is absolutely glorious!
I remember being miserable the first two nights in the hospital because he wouldn’t put a cork in it, child. I remember changing a dirty diaper for the first time and cleaning up the black tar. WTF Is that man? Get your shit together…see what I did there?
Here you are, one month already. Now, when are you going to start paying us rent? You keep us up enough. I feel like you owe us at this point.
But in all seriousness, those people are right when they say don’t blink. I can’t believe it has been a month. I am doing my best to cherish every moment (fucking cliche I know)because I don’t want to miss a second of it.
Coming home to this awesome little guy is such an amazing privilege. I am thrilled to have all of it.
Lately, I have been super frustrated because nothing seems to make him happy. I am not sure if it is gas or what. Hopefully we can figure this out soon. The last few days have been better so maybe we are turning a corner.
Tuesday was the first day I didn’t get a text from Mallisa saying how difficult it was. For the record, she has been such an amazing mother in all of this. She makes my patience look non existent at times.
Furthermore, he had a good day where he was happy and content when he was awake. It gets to a point where you just want him to sleep because he is so fussy and seems uncomfortable when he is awake. It honestly breaks your heart. For you as a parent, you’re dealing with a screaming baby and you’ve tried everything. It gets to a point where you’re like “I don’t know what to do with my hands.”
I know the world is new to him and he is new to us. We are learning first hand that we are officially on Finn Standard Time. He is the reason we wake up each day. No really, the kid won’t stop screaming in the morning.
Despite the frustration we have faced, I wouldn’t take any of it back. I know Mallisa wouldn’t either. We are going to figure it out, one way or another.
The other day I got him to smile for the first time and that was the best feeling in the world. I am so glad I was able to catch that on video. His smile is my reason for living. I hope that smile never fades. I hope he wears that amazing smile proudly.
I want this kid to live the happiest and most fulfilling life possible and I intend to do everything in my power to give him that. I know Mallisa will too. She has already the best mother I can imagine. There is no better feeling than coming home and seeing her holding that sweet boy knowing I have the best support system in the world.
The first month of his existence, I have learned so much about myself. I have had my patience tested in so many ways. From waking up in the middle of the night because you are crying, to your constant kicking while I try to put you in a onesie or to your constant kicking while I change you. Here comes another cliché, but I never knew I could love someone so much.
You have also made appreciate the smallest things about you. I don’t think I have ever kissed someone’s head so much in a one minute time frame. You probably get annoyed by that, but deal with it. I know all the little things about you already. I love the small soft dent on the top of your head. I love that you have ears that can probably get us AM radio much like your pawsie, who I can’t wait to tell you stories about. I love the small dimple on the lower part of your back that you always manage to get crap stuck in. I love the noises you make when you feed. I love the way your nose curls as you’re about to sneeze. I have also noticed that you are a multiple sneezer. It is never just one. Sucks for you dude. I love that you could probably beat me in a game of turtle. This kid doesn’t stop farting and it sounds ad smells like an old man. It is literally my favorite thing ever. He was scaring himself in his sleep the other day. He is a mess.
All in all, he is your typical one month old. He sleeps, eats, shits and cries. The only difference, he is mine. I love that kid to death.
Here is to one month down buddy. Keep growing and getting fatter from Mommy’s milk. You my boy, blue.