Yesterday was Thanksgiving Monday for us Canadians and this year we have the addition of our son to be thankful for. Therefore, I am calling Thanksgiving; “Thanksliving” this time around.
The list of things to be thankful for are endless, such as; my faith, my wife (after labour she’s my hero), son, family, health, job, house, country, etc. Those are the obvious top 8 of my thankful list, but what about the not so obvious things I am thankful for. Here is my top three things I am thankful for now that my son is born.
Here is my new top three for this week;
1. My bedroom is not a meat locker for temperature.
When you sleep in the same room as a pregnant woman, you might as well be sleeping naked in a North Face tent on Mt Everest. My wife was like a nuclear reactor of internal heat. She had our portable AC unit on max setting blasting aircon directly onto the bed with the combination of another stand up fan creating a cross current blizzard in our room. By the third trimester I was sleeping with socks and at least two blankets. I was legitimately concerned I would catch a cold while dreaming. So, yes I am very thankful to be under same covers and normal room temperature.
2. People stop telling me to get; “rest.”
Wow! I get it! Rest is a rare commodity of noob parents. I went to bed a 10:00 last night, after a week of exhaustion. That being said, I’m stoked that no one will tell me at least once a day to get rest before the baby comes. I always found it humorous how most parents advice would consist of; rest up. The last time I checked you can’t bank an extra hour of rest for nine months and use it when the baby’s born, as if its equivalent to overtime from work. It just doesn’t work that way. Maybe it would have been better advice to for me to set an alarm every two hours during the night to startle me from my REM sleep. Possibly conditioning my body for the zombie diaper change at 4AM. I dunno, just and idea. Ha.
3. That my son is as silent as a Ninja.
Today we enter into double digits of parenting days; 10. And I have to admit, we have an rockstar for a son. BabyNoob is so chill and calm. He whimpers a bit but rarely ever cries. He seems to squawk a bit more when I change/clean him, but I guess that’s fair enough. Even a ninja would cry if his genitals were cleaned with deathly cold wipes.
So, there you have it, I am one über thankful DaddyNoob. I sit here holding my BabyNoob, thinking that there isn’t enough space on Tumblr servers to hold all of my thanks.