One Week Old...and baffling
Zoey is officially one week old today. It's been both a confusing and comforting week. Obviously that shouldn't need explaining but just in case you feel it does, here's why:
The Best of Week 1
Watching June transform into a Mom right before my eyes...unbelievable.
Wondering why Zoey had any other name other than the one we gave her.
An overdue and hilarious first poo.
This kid, thus far, is the sweetest, quietest, sleepingest (not a real word, I know), most friendly kid ever.
This isn't nearly as frightening or lifestyle infringing as we had anticipated, a direct result of the previous observation.
It's like I loved June before little Zo arrived and now I love her. Thus far I've had a far greater affinity for my wife than I have even had for my child yet. Is that normal?
Midwives...the best invention ever.
Coming home each day to a family full of pleasant surprises...a family...that's crazy.
The biological revelations of birthing and new parenthood.
The opportunity to tell everyone that they were full of sh!t.
If the very notion of Zoey wasn't enough to keep me awake at night her beautiful little face does the trick.
The Worst of Week 1
The first night at home...ahmmm, how do explain the complete absence of comprehension that the first night presents you?
Worry...it was a distant cloud before, now there's a faint smell of it all the time.
Watching June struggle with emotions and changes.
Feeling relatively helpless in the role of Dad.
Being relegated to second class citizenry in a lot of conversations simply because I'm just Dad. Never at home, but it's surprising how mean people can be (mostly women) without even knowing they are.
Catching yourself being hesitant or second guessing something.
For more pics and ongoing photographic sighs scoot on over to June's Flickr page.