Read Dude, You're Gonna Be a Dad! Online
Authors: John Pfeiffer
Tags: #HEALTH & FITNESS / Pregnancy & Childbirth, #HUMOR / Topic / Marriage & Family, #FAMILY & RELATIONSHIPS / Parenting / Fatherhood
You might get a deluge of useless phrases like “work smarter, not harder.” But the reality of the situation is that you’ll be exhausted. Coffee and energy drinks will become close friends of yours. The example given to me was that I would be constantly juggling, and from time to time I had to know which of the balls I could afford to drop without it breaking. Employment is most likely one of the last balls you want to drop.
Isn’t it always? After the delivery, you’ll feel euphoric. Like when your first issue of
Sports Illustrated
arrived with your free fleece jacket, but even better. If you followed the strategy discussed in the “Exploring Paternity Leave” section, you should be able to hang around the house for a few days with the family. You’ll be caring for the baby, in awe of the baby, basically enjoying your new life as a dad. Eventually, you’ll still be in awe and wonder, but you’ll also be tending to other needs. You’ll still need to sleep, eat, and exercise. As your new life takes shape, you may find yourself wondering, “When do we get to have sex again?”
Well, of course you’re wondering this. You’re still young, you’re in love, and you’re feeling happy about your life. The problem is that things may not be so cut and dried for your BMP. She went through a very physically demanding process, and, how do we put this, some of the hangover from delivery may delay her ability to express her love physically in the near future. The only way I know how to tackle this is to ask. But depending on the type of delivery performed, the time may vary. Were you paying attention? Did she have to suffer through an episiotomy? (If she did and you don’t know what it is, dude. You need to pay more attention.) If she did, and you know what that means, you should also know this isn’t something to mess with. Same with a C-section.
To give you some concrete idea of when your love may become real: most of the time it’s not until the doctor gives the green light at the postnatal checkup, usually about six weeks after delivery. Again, if an episiotomy or a C-section was performed, all bets are off. Just assume it’ll be more than the six weeks.
For the most part, grandparents make the best babysitters. For some parents, this just isn’t an option. Moms and Pops may live too far away, or the two of you fight like cats and dogs every time their name is mentioned. Whatever the case, if you need a babysitter, here are some pointers to help you make a decision:
Let’s face it, good help is hard to find. Parents will not freely give up their number-one sitter just because you ask. Quality sitters get a lot of requests, so you’ll need to ask early and often. You can explore the au pair/nanny situation, where you pay them a little extra to let you and your favorite girl go out on a Saturday night. Reserve them early, pay them well, and if you happen to get a college student who’s home for the weekend to babysit for you, don’t look at her that way, and everything will work out just fine.
Have you babyproofed the house? If not, better late than never. Little kids will find ways to cause trouble in ways your adult brain could never imagine, and often times injuries ensue. Babies are curious little critters, and you’ll need some new supplies to keep them from hurting themselves if you turn your head or fall asleep standing up. You need to go to the local baby mart and pick up some important items to take care of a few things:
As a child of the 1970s, rereading this list makes me wonder how I survived past the age of three. We didn’t even have car seats. It was very similar to the Wild West. On long trips, we folded down the two back seats in the station wagon and lay down. Somehow I lived to talk about it today. So, to answer your unspoken question: yes, some of it seems like overkill. And yes, the manufacturers are taking advantage of your parental guilt to turn a quick buck. But it just isn’t worth it to save $50 on a baby gate, and while you’re hatching a plan to escape to your weekly poker game with the extra fifty, your little one goes tumbling down, down, down. As in many scenarios in this book, grin and bear it.
It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn’t.
—Barbara Kingsolver
Now you’re done. Junior is at home, on a regular schedule. You and your BMP have bonded with your child, and your life is nearing perfection. The hard work you’ve put in to transform your home into a baby-safe environment will finally start paying some dividends. Every stumble, bumble, and spit-up has been planned for, and you stand ready to drain your savings account to educate your child in today’s questionable education environment, in which teachers make slightly more than janitors. Whatever your opinion on the topic turns out to be, just be ready to answer this question in the next six to twelve months: Should we have another one?
My youngest daughter of three is beginning her education, and my wife alerted me to a flyer that was sent home concerning “Doughnuts for Dads,” a program that was to begin at 8
A.M.
I felt some frustration because I had to get in to work that day to deal with some issues that had come up, but I didn’t want to disappoint my daughter. I hoped it would last just a few minutes. Perhaps I could pick up a free doughnut and chug some coffee, give my daughter a kiss, and be on my way.
When I got there, I got wind of the fact that they had a little program planned for the dads. In all honesty, my only thought was the delay this was going to cause. The program consisted of mad-lib-style poems they had written with their teacher’s help, the title of which was, “My Amazing Dad.” The first couple of kids came and went and there were a few laughs to be had. When it came my daughter’s turn, my attitude about everything that was going on that morning completely changed.
I learned that my daughter thinks I am the best dad in the whole world because I play with her. I discovered my favorite color is purple (it isn’t) and that my favorite foods are “waffles and pancakes” (they aren’t, but I often make weekend breakfast). I discovered I am “as strong as food.” While everyone including me got a chuckle, I knew what she meant because I’m always telling her food will make her grow big and strong. She wishes we could play every day. She wrote her own name at the bottom of the story. To say that her story meant a lot to me would not sufficiently describe it. I felt so proud of her, and so happy that I was lucky enough to be her dad. Needless to say, I check from time to time to see when the next father’s event is to be held. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Up until this point, we’ve focused mostly on the what and how of pregnancy. How to pick a doctor, what to do if there are complications, how manipulative grandparents wear you down so as to get their severely wrinkled hands on their grandchild. But one thing we haven’t spent too much time on is the actual birth. What are some of the thoughts and feelings going on while all of this medical terminology springs to life? Is it really going to look like the birthing class video? Can I man up and cut the umbilical cord? So what we are going to do here is take you through a real pregnancy situation and birth, told through the eyes of the father.