Today was my first day back to work since Daphne's birth. My metamorphosis into parenthood has affected my sleeping patterns and established a paradigm shift on my priorities (i.e., Nintendo and Hockey get downgraded a notch below playing with Daphne). Honestly, I still feel the same. I am not sure that I expected papa-tude to feel different. But now, my primary task is raising my child the best way I know how. Batteries not included.
Over the past week, two co-workers of mine have passed away (one from the flu last week, and the other from Diabetes today). It is somber and surreal to start losing acquaintances to death. Somehow, it makes you feel old and helpless.
Daphne was in rare form last night! Oh brother, she would not stop crying no matter how much we consoled her, burped her, rocked her, etc. So, Daddy Davey drove to the local 24-hour Kroger and purchased some Mylicon drops at 3am. The Gripe Water I raved about a few days ago did not seem to work well enough. I am still not convinced she has colic. Perhaps she has her days and nights mixed up, I cannot say. But, I definitely believe it relates to Jennie's C-Section medication (amoxicillin et al).
I pray tonight will be more restful. Its difficult for me to work productively while chugging coffee and splashing cold water on my face hourly. The bright spot on the horizon: Daphne should sleep through the night in a couple of weeks. Yay.
My one wish: a full night of contiguous sleep.
Photos shall be posted in the coming days.