Wednesday, February 6, 2013

And we're done......oh wait, what do you mean this is only the beginning???

So, my beatiful wife.....
I believe, quite possibly, that I might have missed a few weeks of letters that I am sure you are due. In fact, I definitely, without any doubt, know that as fact.

First, let me apologise for being so tardy with writing this post for you. I could explain it away as 'I was working so hard' or 'I tried, but couldn't get started', but the truth is just that I forgot.
And what a time to forget to post something. I know we have both been so overwhelmed in the last 3 months or so since I last posted on this blog, with you know.... this and that... But seriously, what type of an excuse is having a baby?!? Who puts that out there? Weak really isn't it? I can't take out the rubbish, I can't do the washing up and I have so much to do… (Just take this one as an admission of guilt)

Can I say however, that you were amazing. I don't for the life of me know how you ever got that little (well she looked a little smaller than I imagine she felt) thing out of you. I apologise for almost passing out. Can I say though, I would like to emphasise the word ALMOST. I would like to say something in my defence, although considering our individual parts in the occasion, I don't think it's a great idea.
So we had a baby! Wow, that was full on. As well as the giant furry beast at home, the amount of time out and about in that week, and the fourth night in hospital, I think you and I did great. And we made it home. Just. I can't say that it got easier, mainly because that would be an abject lie, although we coped.

At least Genevieve saw fit to relax us as soon as we got home, although I think I might have to have a chat to her about that. Projectile poop is not generically the most appropriate way of relieving tension in the room. Funny, but most definitely not appropriate. And then we were on our own.
So the last 9 weeks have been a rollercoaster. From gas, poop, pumping, more poop, crying, more poop, more crying, and everything else, I think we have fared very well. She has slept, not slept, eaten, not eaten, leaked, not leaked, you get the idea. I must say that through all of this, you have been amazing.

I'm sure there exists somewhere in the ether a 'super dad' who can cope with everything, work six full time jobs, and do all the housework without losing his s@#$. I am not, unfortunately, that man. I am the damaged, strange, unique? individual that you married. And thank God you knew that before we had a baby.

I'd like to think that we complement each other, and that has led to a rather productive parenting unit, or maybe that’s just the way I like to justify the fact that I don’t get up for the night feeds. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that by the way. I don’t often just acknowledge how many things you do around the house, and that really should be better addressed on my part, so I thought I would mention it here as well. To be honest, I don’t know how I would do as a stay at home dad. We’ve had the discussions, and I like the idea, but really, I couldn’t do what you do, I don’t think (that’s a compliment, by the way).
And how have we fared through all of this? Well, I wouldn’t say that we came out completely unscathed, but we’re still married, and talking, and have all of our limbs intact, so that’s a plus in my book. I know we’re not always so ‘friendly’ with each other, but we know we’re in it together. Yes, admittedly sometimes that means we are up the creek without a paddle, and it seems that I might have possibly used them for firewood, but you always manage to have a spare. I know Genevieve is lucky to have us both, and we are lucky to have her, and I am eternally grateful to both of you for letting me be a part of all of this.
So, we’ve gone through a bit already, and it has only been 2 months. I don’t know what the future holds, but I’m thankful that our little girl has you for a mum, and that I have you for a wife.

Your faithful idiot Husband

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