Euphoria. Relief. Worry. Tiredness.
A rotating theme of Fatherhood, rolling on a constant loop. How on Earth do people do this with one child, let alone those with twins?! Tommee Tip-me over the edge at 4am when it took me 15 minutes to realise the ‘perfect prep machine’ had been turned off at the wall. Another sleepless night with a baby who would. Not. Stop. CRYING! That saying of “what on Earth do I do with it” playing over and over; no matter how many times we fed him, burped him or cuddled him, he would not settle.
Then that euphoric moment lights up above my head like an incandescent light build, flicking and fuzzing away… Cars. No, not talking about cars (that did not work previously at all), but being IN the car. 4:30am driving down the A46 towards Lincoln, he finally fell asleep. Absolutely brilliant. We pulled over in to one of those lay-bys littered with rubbish, turning the engine off the Blue Mist (Mazda 3), and we all got some well earned rest. Never knew how comfortable a small 3 door hatchback could be, using one of the Tommee Tippee insulated bottle bags as a pillow, we easily got a solid 2 hours. The highlight of it all was we managed to sneak in a Maccies on the way home; literally a perfect start to the day.
All was forgotten when we returned home, although the house looked like Taz had paid us a visit. They say that woman can forget the pain experienced during labour, but for me, I forget the tiredness and anger I feel every night he keeps me awake by just seeing him happy in his next to me bed. Perfection.
One thing this experience did teach me is no matter what, there is always a solution to the crying. There is always SOMETHING they want, and you learn to know what that something is. So next time the cuddles and snuggles don’t console them, don’t struggle on; try and think about what made them happy before.
You’ve got this Dads, mother’s have their ‘intuition’, and we have our spontaneity – you can’t beat it.
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