Daddy: Day One

I say day one, but Cecily was born almost four days ago now.  Today is the first full day at home, no nurses, just me and mommy.  So, officially, this is my first day to be daddy.

Tired doesn't really describe it.  Not because it's more or less than tired, but it's different.  I could sleep or rest if I really went at it, but with her in the house I feel a little more motivated to be awake to hear her cry if she needs us.

Coffee is good.  It helps.

Two things that I didn't expect in parenthood:

1) How easy it was to change diapers.  Of course, we are not to the point where she is doing the really nasty cottage cheese ones yet, but the chocolate syrup ones new borns produce are still pretty bad.  But, I'd never changed one before and it was surprisingly easy to do (and to stomach).

2) How automatic the protection urge is.  That's a bad description: "protection urge".  It's more like this need to make her happy.  She's not only old enough to really smile yet, but I still work really hard at it in such an automatic way.

Overall, it's going well.  Jenny is fine.  Cecily is fine.  Our dog, Fibber, is confused.  Life is good.

~DB