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 possibly. 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. I mean, you need a license to drive a car. But to bring a new life into the world? Go right ahead.
I fear this feeling of uselessness is only going to become stronger as we go into labour. What can I do? 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. I just need to be there to be gripped I guess.
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.
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