My wife Gina and I were told to report the hospital around 7pm for the arrival of our first child.
“Go home and relax,” they said. Oh sure, of course, just chill out, take a nap, get paid.
The fact of the matter is that two type “A” personalities can only take it sooo easy before the wheels come off.
After five years of enticement, I did finally get my wife to listen to and actually enjoy the Doors. (focus on the small victories)
Now that she has drifted off to sleep, I’ve already switched my music to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I’m left with their voices and my thoughts to help quell any inner anxieties.
In case your wondering, I’m a stay at home Dad. Welll, not yet, but soon enough.
I’ve heard multiple opinions on this matter.
“Jesus, get him some help.” “Men can’t manage a baby by themselves.” “Did Oswald act alone?”
I’ve decided that indeed I can raise this child – like a champ in case you are wondering. It just might take a little trial and error.
Popular opinion says everything is about to change. But don’t things always change? How crazy can this process really be?
That question will probably take many years to answer – but please use this as a guide or narrative as to where this unfolding adventure might lead us.