you know, this morning I was blindly panicking about finances, as a parent of an increasingly hungry toddler is wont to do, and I thought “maybe if I just canceled all my newsletter subscriptions it’d be a good start.” then this one landed and reminded me it’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna work out.
I remember looking at my daughter, as it was just the two of us (since mom was getting sewn back up, C-section) and the reality of everything hitting me. All I could say to the quiet little slug below me was “please...just don’t hate me?”
Apr 13, 2022·edited Apr 13, 2022Liked by Scott Hines
As someone who has a new 9-day old baby at home, this is simultaneously EXACTLY what I needed to read, and at the same time DECIDEDLY NOT what I needed to read.
Do you know know many people in the brewery I had to explain to that I am crying in a good way?
My kid was sitting on the kitchen counter, eating a tortilla, and singing "skip skip skip to my loo, skip skip skip to my loo, they not understand me!" last night and I definitely can confirm they'll make you laugh.
Stanford White, eh? What I'm taking away from this is if we get to season six of "The Gilded Age," the finale is gonna be lit.
Oh, and the rest of today's essay was spot-on poignant. Our equivalent moment occurred during a dinner with friends in Boston's Chinatown in . . . 1994 (whoa).
I remember my wife waking me up at 5:30am by shoving the pregnancy test in my face in the dark bedroom and saying "what do you see." To which I answered, "my lids, let me go back to sleep." Needless to say the test got shoved closer to my face and when I looked at its indication of pregnant, I believe my response was, "honey, that's nice" as I started to roll back over. My wife said it was the most anticlimactic experience because she expected me to instantly wake up and jump up and down and all that stuff. Nope 5:30am is sleeping time. 5:45am was when it finally hit that I was going to be a dad.
I realize I’m a day late with this but the one thing that every new parent needs to know is my wife’s observation that babies bounce for a reason, inasmuch as at some point you’re going to drop one.
Does she still have crippling guilt from dropping each daughter one (1) time? Of course.
you know, this morning I was blindly panicking about finances, as a parent of an increasingly hungry toddler is wont to do, and I thought “maybe if I just canceled all my newsletter subscriptions it’d be a good start.” then this one landed and reminded me it’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna work out.
I remember looking at my daughter, as it was just the two of us (since mom was getting sewn back up, C-section) and the reality of everything hitting me. All I could say to the quiet little slug below me was “please...just don’t hate me?”
We found out number 2 was coming the same day that they told everyone to “work from home for two weeks.” Talk about an inner dialogue
As someone who has a new 9-day old baby at home, this is simultaneously EXACTLY what I needed to read, and at the same time DECIDEDLY NOT what I needed to read.
Do you know know many people in the brewery I had to explain to that I am crying in a good way?
(Four, it was four people.)
Superb reading, as always, AC.
A newsletter demonstrating positive emotional terrorism?
I’m still at that stage of ringing the buzzer and hoping a sane-ish lady opens the door. Not sure I’d survive children.
Made the mistake of reading this at work, now I'm here choked up in public smh
My kid was sitting on the kitchen counter, eating a tortilla, and singing "skip skip skip to my loo, skip skip skip to my loo, they not understand me!" last night and I definitely can confirm they'll make you laugh.
I never knew my capacity for anxiety before fatherhood. Felt this one deeply
Stanford White, eh? What I'm taking away from this is if we get to season six of "The Gilded Age," the finale is gonna be lit.
Oh, and the rest of today's essay was spot-on poignant. Our equivalent moment occurred during a dinner with friends in Boston's Chinatown in . . . 1994 (whoa).
I remember my wife waking me up at 5:30am by shoving the pregnancy test in my face in the dark bedroom and saying "what do you see." To which I answered, "my lids, let me go back to sleep." Needless to say the test got shoved closer to my face and when I looked at its indication of pregnant, I believe my response was, "honey, that's nice" as I started to roll back over. My wife said it was the most anticlimactic experience because she expected me to instantly wake up and jump up and down and all that stuff. Nope 5:30am is sleeping time. 5:45am was when it finally hit that I was going to be a dad.
I realize I’m a day late with this but the one thing that every new parent needs to know is my wife’s observation that babies bounce for a reason, inasmuch as at some point you’re going to drop one.
Does she still have crippling guilt from dropping each daughter one (1) time? Of course.