Last week Michelle asked us to write about our first month with Dylan; “Easiest part, hardest part and most surprising part? Begin….”.

It’s been a week since that request. That’s the first thing.

The best advice we got was to sleep whenever he did. Not only so that we’d get some rest, but so that we would start to understand his rhythms. We’re still trying to do that. We keep reading that we will be able to interpret his cries; hungry, dirty diaper, tired, bored. Hasn’t happened yet. We usually just go through the checklist. It’s almost always “hungry”.

I’ll start with the easiest. My relationship with Dawn. We had a really hard time just getting to the delivery date. The fact that you don’t get a vacation after that seems cruel. Having each other has been essential. I don’t know how single parents do it.

The hardest part. Sleep deprivation, but not like I had thought it would be. I assumed that I wouldn’t be able to stay awake for the long hours. No, the real issue has been the mental exhaustion. I may be too tired to explain it well :) For the first three weeks Dylan was hungry every two hours. And that’s from beginning of feeding to beginning. Do the math and it sounds crazy. And it is. We started joking in the first week about referring to his age relative to feedings. “How old is your baby?” “Oh, he’s thirty-seven feedings old.” The answer to sleep deprivation…wait for it….naps. Your ability to be around a screaming baby improves 100% with even a one hour nap. It sound’s obvious now…just wait.

The most surprising. I’ll probably regret writing this later and may even get in trouble, but here it goes. I like Dylan, but I’m not in love with him. Yet. And I’m not too worried about that. I’ve learned that “love at first sight” is more Hollywood than reality for me. Every day he does something little that makes me melt. The rest of the time, he’s a lot of work with very little reward. But those little moments are getting more frequent. That’s how it’s going to work between me and Dylan; one moment at a time.

So, that’s my take. One thing I’ve learned, however, is that there are WAY MORE expectations placed on women than men. The bar is set pretty low for us. Dawn may have a completely different take on this post. I’ll let her answer in her own way.

Now it’s Midnight and time for me to tag out.

Dad.