Let’s start this with an admission.
There’s a lot about fatherhood that I’m looking forward to. Things like teaching my child which Ninja Turtle is the best (it’s Leo, but I’d allow Mikey). But right now…I’m terrified.
I think I’ve been as supportive as I can be, but bar lots of trips to the corner shop at 10pm for snacks and mostly remembering to do things around the house, there isn’t much I can do!
I’ve never changed a nappy or looked after a baby. It staggers me that to drive a car you need a pass a test, but to become responsible for a life all you need is working bits and a willing partner. It’s crazy!
I fear this feeling of uselessness is only going to become stronger as we go into labour. What can I do? Apart from being pretty much guaranteed to lose all the feeling in my hand, I have no clue what’s going on. Braxton Hicks has taught me that my wife has a mid-contraction grip like a damn vice (a very solid suggestion of ‘offer your forearm’ from a mate isn’t holding up to scrutiny after I was told it wasn’t as nice to hold).
The bag is packed, the car seat is ready, and I have enough Maltesers in the fridge to feed a small army. I also have a Gameboy, because we both enjoy a good game of Tetris!
I don’t know what to expect. But I do know a few things. I love my wife, I love the child I’ve yet to meet, and I’ll do my very best to look after them both. Maybe I won’t be a Super Duper Dad, and maybe it’s too early to be thinking about trying to be one anyway, but it won’t be for lack of trying.
P.S. I had no idea of what to put as the image for this post, so thought I’d pick out a famous Dad.