It's 3 am.
Do you know where your parents are?
No, wait.
It's 3 am. I'm sitting here with Jacob asleep on one arm,
his butt perched nicely on the pull out drawer for the
keyboard. Thanks to this marvelous discovery on my part of
this position in which he is now laying, I can play online
poker, write email, drink a soda, or bite the nails on my
right hand. All while he sleeps peacefully. This is a
great comfort since he has now reached the "I can't sleep
unless someone's holding me" phase. Which I don't mind
really. If it's still around when he's 30, I might have an
issue, but not right now.
Right now, I'm partially groggy, partially confused, and
mostly elated. I haven't felt this way since I woke up in
a truck stop bathroom in Minnesota wearing a classy
negligee'. But that's a completely different story.
I'm confused because a few moments ago my wife woke up out
of a deep sleep, proceeded to ask me if Jacob was stuffed
in the pillow case next to her while pulling the pillow
out of the case to find his "hands" so he could be
"burped".
She eventually calmed down and rolled over a few times in
the covers and went back to sleep. Leaving me very alone
and confused in the dark room staring at the computer.
My elation stems from the fact that, for the first time, I
accomplished multi-tasking tonight. I was able to carry a
fussy baby in one arm, feed him a bottle with the other
hand, and pee at the same time. All in the dark mind you.
Most likely I stumbled into a closet rather than the
bathroom, but it's a start.
Long live Fatherhood.........
Brett
