Managing your misery

I have thought long and hard about which direction do I go with this blog. Do I make it a doom and gloom scenario, bringing parents like yourself on the verge of tears, or do I make it a whimsical exchange of information, priceless moments and of course scenarios that play out to a happy ending. Hmmmm, this gets more complex as I go deeper into what being a parent is all about. I guess all parenting starts from the beginning, yes that's right!! That 1st physical encounter with your present or past partner, that produced that wonderful little seed of frustration. Oh and stick around because it just gets better from that point. Once the romance of that interlude wears off and that wonderful bundle arrives at some god awful time in the morning( why is it that babies never come during normal waking hours??), because my dear clueless one, this is a sign of things to come.

My son actually blessed my world at 3:45 am and it's been an adventure ever since! The roller coaster started with me being in the delivery room for 12 hours, on a friday, and shame on me for being angry at not being able to make that party that was planned for that friday, which I had waited weeks for! Since I'm one that tends to plan ahead, I had made my son's mom whom I'm happy to say is a very distant ex of mine, have 3 sonograms. Yes that's right not 2 but 3, because the arrangement was that if it wasn't a girl, I wanted no parts of what was getting ready to go down. My son's mom assured me that yes!, we were having a girl and that I had no need to worry. Indeed I was a happy camper and proceeded to go out and buy literally hundreds of dollars in pretty pink baby wear. Having been in in the delivery room for 12 hours and nurses daring me to leave the delivery room, forget about bodily functions during this time period, the nurses weren't having any of it and were already pissed off for having to deal with my son's mom for so long, I felt it was in my best interest, safety wise to stay put.

After being cursed out repeatedly by my son's mom for putting her thru all of that torture, torture she says, hey I'm the one that missed a bangin' party! My efforts were in vain because as the Dr. presented me with a boy, I realized I had hundreds of dollars of worthless clothing, and the nurse had to actually remind me to smile, as this was a very joyous occasion. I honestly spent more time worrying how I was going to get my money back for all the clothes I had bought, and if in a worst case scenario, could I get away with dressing him in pink until he outgrew what I bought him. With this and other things on my mind, I was finally dismissed from the hospital and told that they needed rest and that it was time for me to say my goodbyes until tomorrow.

My first introduction to my son involved me picking up a wide eyed, frustrated from being pulled out of his safe and warm environment, newborn and promptly getting pissed on! For today I could put off until tomorrow the reality that my life had changed forever, which I will discuss further tomorrow.