So, it is 11 AM and my wife is keeled over, holding the bed with one hand and her tummy with the other, in obvious pain. It is quite obvious that the labor has kicked into another gear from even a few minutes ago and that we are getting closer. "It is time to go", she says.
Read parenting articles and blogs and take from them whatever you find helpful, be it a sense of community, a sense of normalcy, a reminder that no one is perfect, or maybe even that odd nugget of knowledge. Then, and this is the important part, ignore the rest.
Members of the dad blogging community started posting about the issue on social media with the hashtag #AmazonFamilyUS and
Sadness is inevitable -- I'm only human, and trying too hard to rise above it only hurts more. But I do accept. I accept that life is finite, and I accept that my time will come soon. I accept that my life had been and still is a gift, and I accept the likely possibility that I won't see my kids grow older.
You hope everyone likes how it turns out but mostly you don't care because you're just happy to have gotten through it.
THE EARLY DAYS Having a toddler is like being in prison. “You're always terrified someone is going to crawl into your bed
Go find your own shoes and repeat. Fill the big Ziploc bag with ice and salt. The more the merrier. Don’t be afraid to overlap