Starting on November 7th of 2011, I was officially a proud Papa to an awesome little girl named June. My wife and I were ecstatic at this life changing event, our first child!
As a first time parent, you immediately fall in love with this human being that has only been in your life for about 3 hours. I feel you just go off of years of human instinct that must be built into our DNA. That’s all I had really, once the nurse wheeled our daughter into the hospital room with a drugged up Mama after her C-Section. Both Mom and I went into parenting mode:
A) Feed her (a.k.a. “Boob her”) CHECK!
B) Diaper Change (gloved up my first time) CHECK!
C) Put that kid to sleep (baby took care of that) CHECK!
With a little help from the nurses we had it down, but having a brand new baby is like having a new video game. You want to stay up all night playing it, and in this case just looking at the baby was our thing. And after every book scares the crap out of you about SIDS, we just wanted to stay up and watch her breathe, but I digress (I may revisit this at a later time). Sadly hours of being at the hospital caught up with us and we crashed and we did the A, B, and C every 2 to 3 hours.
According to Ara: Boob is now a noun, a verb and a way of life. Guys get used to seeing your lady’s boob A LOT more than you did before. Deal with it!
Your baby WILL look like this at the hospital.