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The first time my daughter slept through the night, I was so shocked it was daylight when I woke up I assumed something went horribly wrong. I cleared the footboard and ran across the hall to the nursery. Was thrilled to find a healthy sleeping baby.
On the bright side, you have projectile vomiting all over their bed in the middle of the night to look forward to when the baby is 3.
Did we mention that you will never stop worrying about the kid? It will ebb and flow, but never stop? I feel like we should have brought that up.
I've woke up multiple times now to see if he was still breathing.
Nah. See, you have already entered a new world - parenthood.
Yep. My son started playing hockey this year. The best part is when they practice on the OUTDOOR rink when it's 10 degrees outside.
My daughter was figuring skating. Dad this is boring I want to play ice hockey.
It's a sock you put on the baby that alerts you if he isn't breathing. I don't know why I said parent sock, probably because I haven't slept in two days.
maybe when I was pulling off the old diaper."
We'll all had bands with a barcode but I don't know what happened if his fell off. They were always asking us to scan ours though. They didn't mention anything to us about an alarm, but there were security checkpoints everywhere.Here is my story.
I'm guessing your hospital just like ours put a little GPS tracker around your babies ankle or maybe they don't do this anymore. Anyway this tracker is used by the staff to monitor the babies whearabouts and if an alarm goes off the doors automatically lock and the wing gets shut down.
So the nurses let us know make sure you don't tamper with it or try to take it off because it will trigger the alarm.
I decide, ok time to change my sweet daughter for the first time. I'm changing her ever so carefully and the hospital alarm is going off. I look at my wife, and tell her "Ha some schmuck must have knocked off the gps tracker"
I continue on with my DAD GOAL.
5 seconds later 2 nurses come barreling into our room.
"Is everything ok?"
I'm completely confused and scared at this point...
My wife is like "yeah why?"
Nurses come over to me see I'm changing the baby.
The tracker is right where it's been this whole time.
"Nurse, did the tracker get wet by any chance"
"Me
She gives me a look, mumbles how she hates these thing and reminds me TO BE CAREFUL!!!
I WAS THE ### #### SCHMUCK
Mrs_ITwinkie and our first born did NOT get along well at first. Tried to do the whole breastfeeding thing, which isn't so natural at first. They were both super tired, Mrs_IT was trying to "perfectMom" and would get stressed out when the next attempt didn't go so well. Eldest would get upset. Mrs_IT would get more upset. And so on. I had been convincing myself that kids cry and its ok from the moment I was informed she was preggers. It became a mantra on an endless loop in my head the entire pregnancy So I'd pick my daughter up and she'd calm down. I figured she could tell I wasn't stressed about it and it helped soothe her. While it may have helped my daughter, but it just added fuel to the hormone stew and "perfectMom" angst my wife was raging under. Rinse repeat. The upshot of all this was that I got to spend lots of time watching the worst TV at 0Dark-Thrity with my daughter. She'd be curled up in my arms as I watched re-runs of 1970s bowling shows and whatever else is on when no one else in the world is watching TV. It was great. I miss those times dearly.
My wife and I quickly discovered I was the one better suited to handle the overnight feedings those first few months. We added a bunch of movie channels to our TV package (no DVR yet), and I could usually find "The Fast And The Furious" (which had just hit cable) on one of them late at night.
When our baby was a few days older than Lincoln is right now, she was doing some labored breathing late at night. As first-time parents working on no sleep and some respiratory illness in the bloodlines, we packed her in the car seat and drove to the ER.
I was there snapping selfies of the 3 of us right after the delivery when the nurse shouted at me "put the phone down and help!" (with the clean up and stuff I guess?)
Clearly, I'm not a parent.
