1 month old.
I love having a little baby girl! I really do. I love knowing I get to come home each day and hold you, talk to you in my special baby voice, stare at you, change your diapers, feed you, and perhaps most important to Mommy… burp you.
Oh yes, that’s one of the biggest ways I can help Mommy take care of you right now. It’s currently my exclusive niche.
Mommy actually depends on me to get that done each time either one of us feeds you. I have a special yet effortless way of sort of tossing you over my shoulder. You instantly seem at peace, as you do this combination of a purr and a grunt. Usually within a couple minutes, a huge burp escapes you.
It makes me feel good to know I have a new official super power.
You are now a month-old and I do admit, it doesn’t seem you should be that old already. The time has flown by. It hasn’t been chaotic, though. Mommy and I have naturally worked out a system to share the load of caring for you.
Your brother Jack is the only one at our house who gets to sleep through the night, but that’s alright. Mommy and I are teamed up to care for you as you need to be fed, changed, and burped every 3 hours.
In the midst of all this, I have accidently invented something I call… the Postpartum Beard.
I’m a low-maintenance, low-overhead kind of guy. Therefore, I traditionally just shave once a week, every Sunday; so I’m only clean-shaven that one day and then quite stubbly for the rest of the week.
This has been my tradition for quite a while now. But now, it’s clearly been more than a week since I’ve used my Norelco.
I know people typically associate the word “postpartum” with depression, but the word simply means “following childbirth.” I have a feeling I’m not the only dad of a newborn out there who like me, accidentally ended up with a beard.
The Postpartum Beard demonstrates something we as happily married men already know, something that apparently the media will never choose to legitimately celebrate:
As far as all of my friends who are dads, we are all very involved as parents; even with infants.
I personally don’t know of even one happily married dad who doesn’t get up in the middle of the night to help his wife with the crying baby. To me, that’s simply a given.
That doesn’t make us heroes or even special. It makes us good modern husbands and good modern fathers, which is something that we find much identity in as men, here in the year 2016. It’s masculine to sacrifice sleep and hobbies for our babies and kids.
And it’s pretty masculine to have a super power of being able to burp a baby.
You and I are a good match. Thanks for burping so easily for me.