Week 4: 12/02 - 18/02
Moving goal posts
I think this phrase encapsulates new born babies the most. Quite often our worst days or nights have followed one of us saying something along the lines of “I think we’ve cracked it”. Spoiler alert; you’ve never cracked it.
Sleep
Last week I said that we shouldn’t let him sleep a long time before our bed time. Turns out that’s bullshit and with newborns sleep begets sleep. When they are over tired their bodies release cortisol and adrenaline, the two hormones you don’t want when you’re trying to sleep. So now we know that we’ve cracked his sleep.
12/02/2025
Auntie Chels came out for a walk with us. I think I’ll need to add up the auntie vs uncle numbers now. It might be 50/50 you know.
13/02/2025
We tried to get a passport photo for him, hilarity ensued.
14/02/2025
Happy Valentine’s Day. Sorry this day isn’t about Roland, it’s about mum and dad. I must say that Tee has been my (and Roland’s) champion for the last 4 weeks. I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.
15/02/2025
First proper grocery shop. Shout out to anyone who bought us food over the last 4 weeks. Often I (dad) would be the one to do grocery runs, or nappy runs, or anything really. I don't have the milk so it makes sense. But lately Tee has been doing some runs, and she fucking loved it.
16/02/2025
Back to the hospital; the boy’s cry changed suddenly. Now that might not sound worrying but he sounded very weak. One of the things they say to look out for is a week or high pitched cry. He was over tired, we’d had some cold walks and days before he ventured to market street. We thought he might have a cold or something. Took him to A&E, got him checked over and was given the all clear. Maybe he was just tired, he's starting to sound better now.
17/02/2025
Babi arrived. She’s the first family from over seas to meet the man. It will be his first proper experience of his second language. She’ll be here helping out for a week and great timing as I’m back to work tomorrow!
18/02/2025
Last day of paternity leave. Looping back to the “moving goal posts” note I feel like we’re at a stable point with the boy and it’s about to be upended by losing 8 hours of my day with him to my job. It’s a necessary evil though.
