Asher Has Arrived
I expected not to sleep. But I didn't expect said lack of sleep would set off this exact set of symptoms, complete with hiccuping synapses and dizzying nausea.
I knew I'd be house bound. Meg and I are already pretty reclusive, and we thought we knew what it'd be like. I just didn't expect to feel quite this grubby.
I expected to be frazzled by the incessant screaming. But I didn't count on feeling this overjoyed at being able to coax such screams out of the little bean. Turns out little newborns actually sleep more than anything else, just not on any discernible schedule. When you want your little bean to do important baby things – like nursing – a little agitation is required. And agitation is the one thing mom and I already have down.
So, everyone: Welcome Asher James Dawson to the world. His mom and I couldn't be more enamored with him. I'm holding my breath to see if maybe this isn't just some strange sleep-deprived honeymoon period we're experiencing. But I wouldn't count on it. Right now, I wouldn't trade this fatherhood gig for anything in the world.