My son was born on Monday, 2nd of July, at 9:35 in the morning. I am not given to sentimental prose, but when I see him opening his little eyes, and measuring the world around him with a quizzical, questioning expression, my heart melts.
As I did with my move to China (and as I would have done with my joining Google, were it not inappropriate), and seeing as I am among the first of my friends to have a child, I am putting pen to paper (/fingers to keyboard) to record my first thoughts and impressions on paternity.
Feelings accompanying parenthood
One of the most common questions I got in the months preceding the birth was, how does it feel knowing you are about to become a dad? Invariably, my response was, it hasn't really sunk in yet - I expect it will after the baby comes.
It hasn't. Every few hours, my wife and I feel a light bulb turn on in our heads, accompanied with a surge of adrenaline and the thought, "wow. We are parents now". But my whole worldview, my mental image of my daily routine, of what it means to be, and act, like me, has not really changed yet; the fact that I am no longer master of my own life, but that my life, schedule, and priorities are all now subordinated to that of a tiny human being's is understood intellectually, not viscerally.
What has happened very suddenly is the formation of the bond between us, the parents, and our child. When doctors had to take our little person (to whom my wife refers as μικρούλι (mikrouli - little one), little beast, or the kraken ("the kraken awakens", she declared, before rousing me to help her feed him)) for some tests, we experienced strong saudade (I had to look up for the noun for the feeling of missing someone; I suppose I could have used the more commonplace "longing", but that rings somewhat melodramatic, more fitting to a romantic novel than a 21st century blogpost); it may not sound all that surprising that parents miss their children - but it is curious nevertheless: you would be shocked if I told you that I miss someone I have only known for a couple of hours.
That said, I don't feel jealous at all with regards to holding him; as long as I know that he in my vicinity, I don't really mind if it's other people hugging him - such as his grandparents. Actually, I am keen to encourage that - I always get a little annoyed with parents whose children are exceedingly shy and uncomfortable around other people; I want my children to learn to socialise from day one. Plus, it's such a joy seeing my parents handle him - especially my dad (whose name my son shares, as per Greek custom), whose face lights up, literally lights up (and I hate incorrect use of the word literally, but it does, his face seems brighter to me) when he sees his grandson.
The last feeling of note is the joy and gratitude I feel towards all the friends and family members who have come to visit us or sent their wishes already. It is so wonderful to know that this little human comes into the world surrounded by people who love him and will support him, and that he will be safe and taken care of even if - God forbid - anything were to happen to Jessi and me. (This child is not only my first, but is also the first grandchild and great-grandchild on my side of the family; the first of his generation amongst my parents' best friends; and among the first on my own close friends - I do hope that subsequent children will generate as much excitement!)
Labour
I was in the room with my wife when she gave birth. I know everyone "knows" this, but I don't think everyone knows it until they have experienced it or at least witnessed it: labour is painful. In the almost 11 years I know my wife, I have never seen her acknowledge pain, besides the occasional exclamation (granted, this is partly thanks to her being very careful and rarely injuring herself); while giving birth (she decided to do everything naturally), she cried. This was so unsettling that I started crying. This then made my wife laugh.
Marital Privacy
My wife and I are not squeamish (you can hardly be squeamish when you have been brought up skewering lambs' livers and lungs down metal spikes, and wrapping them with intestine), but we had done a fairly good job of compartmentalising our hygiene routines. While I won't go into details, I will just say that I've seen and discussed bodily functions in two days more than I had in a decade. And that's in spite of having worked on feminine products back at P&G.
Handling a baby
When people say that something has a steep learning curve, they usually mean it's difficult. What it actually means, though, is that learning takes place in a very small time frame, not that acquiring this knowledge is particularly hard. Learning to feed a baby and change its nappies has a steep learning curve in that second (more correct) sense: you learn a lot of easy stuff very quickly.
A few things that strike me as particularly interesting here: first, handling an adult the way you are supposed to handle a baby would be bullying. To wake it up in case it needs to eat but is sleepy, you place it face down on your palm, and quickly rub your knuckles on its back until it starts complaining (at which point you quickly pass it to the mother, who waits for it to open its mouth to voice its discord, and as soon as it does stuffs a breast down its mouth without waiting for it to state its (legitimate, on the face of it) case - rendering the whole feeding process very similar to what goes on in foie gras farms); to wash its behind after changing a nappy, you execute a judo manoeuvre, whereby you grab its little thigh with one hand, its arm with the other, and twist it across your forearm, so that it's resting there with its face down; to put it to sleep in case it's crying (and its crying is not due to its being hungry or in need of nappy change), you execute that same judo move, then place your index and middle fingers in a scissor position, pinch the thigh that's dangling down from your forearm between them, and move its leg backwards and forwards, like a pump. This last trick is incredibly good at calming down a baby.
Which brings me to the second interesting point: the reason that handling a child has a steep but easy learning curve is that there are tricks for everything. Once your midwife explains them to you (by the way, I have to note here that we had a wonderful midwife whom I would very strongly recommend to anyone planning to give birth in Greece), a lot of things become way easier than you might expect. At least, that's how it seems at the moment...
Third, it's funny how quickly your standards change when you take care of a child. Those who know me know I value my sleep. I lived for four years in Geneva, and almost never went skiing nearby, because I hated to get up early on Saturdays; I ask colleagues to avoid inviting me to meetings before 9:30; I complain when I get less than 8 hours' sleep. Yet I was jubilant last night, when my son slept for four hours in-between feeds (vs his average of two to three) - I considered these four hours of uninterrupted rest rejuvenating and God-sent. And I feel surprisingly awake, and able to write this. I hope this continues.
Fourth, because this is our first child, and Jessi and I have no idea what is normal (how long should it feed? how long between feeds? how heavy is it, compared to other babies that age? how much weight can we expect it to lose and regain in its first days and weeks?), we are being quite methodical about recording its development - we even have an app which allows us to time its feeds, and sync them across our phones. I plan to record its effort to speak (I already have a model in my head, whereby I will record phrases he says, and then tag them - for language, number of words, number of syllables &c, and track all these across time; incidentally, this will make for an interesting blog post a couple of years down the road, if I manage to maintain the disciple to do it). Again, I wonder whether we will do all these for our future children...
This is all for now. More to come, if deemed interesting enough.
As I did with my move to China (and as I would have done with my joining Google, were it not inappropriate), and seeing as I am among the first of my friends to have a child, I am putting pen to paper (/fingers to keyboard) to record my first thoughts and impressions on paternity.
Feelings accompanying parenthood
One of the most common questions I got in the months preceding the birth was, how does it feel knowing you are about to become a dad? Invariably, my response was, it hasn't really sunk in yet - I expect it will after the baby comes.
It hasn't. Every few hours, my wife and I feel a light bulb turn on in our heads, accompanied with a surge of adrenaline and the thought, "wow. We are parents now". But my whole worldview, my mental image of my daily routine, of what it means to be, and act, like me, has not really changed yet; the fact that I am no longer master of my own life, but that my life, schedule, and priorities are all now subordinated to that of a tiny human being's is understood intellectually, not viscerally.
What has happened very suddenly is the formation of the bond between us, the parents, and our child. When doctors had to take our little person (to whom my wife refers as μικρούλι (mikrouli - little one), little beast, or the kraken ("the kraken awakens", she declared, before rousing me to help her feed him)) for some tests, we experienced strong saudade (I had to look up for the noun for the feeling of missing someone; I suppose I could have used the more commonplace "longing", but that rings somewhat melodramatic, more fitting to a romantic novel than a 21st century blogpost); it may not sound all that surprising that parents miss their children - but it is curious nevertheless: you would be shocked if I told you that I miss someone I have only known for a couple of hours.
That said, I don't feel jealous at all with regards to holding him; as long as I know that he in my vicinity, I don't really mind if it's other people hugging him - such as his grandparents. Actually, I am keen to encourage that - I always get a little annoyed with parents whose children are exceedingly shy and uncomfortable around other people; I want my children to learn to socialise from day one. Plus, it's such a joy seeing my parents handle him - especially my dad (whose name my son shares, as per Greek custom), whose face lights up, literally lights up (and I hate incorrect use of the word literally, but it does, his face seems brighter to me) when he sees his grandson.
The last feeling of note is the joy and gratitude I feel towards all the friends and family members who have come to visit us or sent their wishes already. It is so wonderful to know that this little human comes into the world surrounded by people who love him and will support him, and that he will be safe and taken care of even if - God forbid - anything were to happen to Jessi and me. (This child is not only my first, but is also the first grandchild and great-grandchild on my side of the family; the first of his generation amongst my parents' best friends; and among the first on my own close friends - I do hope that subsequent children will generate as much excitement!)
Labour
I was in the room with my wife when she gave birth. I know everyone "knows" this, but I don't think everyone knows it until they have experienced it or at least witnessed it: labour is painful. In the almost 11 years I know my wife, I have never seen her acknowledge pain, besides the occasional exclamation (granted, this is partly thanks to her being very careful and rarely injuring herself); while giving birth (she decided to do everything naturally), she cried. This was so unsettling that I started crying. This then made my wife laugh.
Marital Privacy
My wife and I are not squeamish (you can hardly be squeamish when you have been brought up skewering lambs' livers and lungs down metal spikes, and wrapping them with intestine), but we had done a fairly good job of compartmentalising our hygiene routines. While I won't go into details, I will just say that I've seen and discussed bodily functions in two days more than I had in a decade. And that's in spite of having worked on feminine products back at P&G.
Handling a baby
When people say that something has a steep learning curve, they usually mean it's difficult. What it actually means, though, is that learning takes place in a very small time frame, not that acquiring this knowledge is particularly hard. Learning to feed a baby and change its nappies has a steep learning curve in that second (more correct) sense: you learn a lot of easy stuff very quickly.
A few things that strike me as particularly interesting here: first, handling an adult the way you are supposed to handle a baby would be bullying. To wake it up in case it needs to eat but is sleepy, you place it face down on your palm, and quickly rub your knuckles on its back until it starts complaining (at which point you quickly pass it to the mother, who waits for it to open its mouth to voice its discord, and as soon as it does stuffs a breast down its mouth without waiting for it to state its (legitimate, on the face of it) case - rendering the whole feeding process very similar to what goes on in foie gras farms); to wash its behind after changing a nappy, you execute a judo manoeuvre, whereby you grab its little thigh with one hand, its arm with the other, and twist it across your forearm, so that it's resting there with its face down; to put it to sleep in case it's crying (and its crying is not due to its being hungry or in need of nappy change), you execute that same judo move, then place your index and middle fingers in a scissor position, pinch the thigh that's dangling down from your forearm between them, and move its leg backwards and forwards, like a pump. This last trick is incredibly good at calming down a baby.
Which brings me to the second interesting point: the reason that handling a child has a steep but easy learning curve is that there are tricks for everything. Once your midwife explains them to you (by the way, I have to note here that we had a wonderful midwife whom I would very strongly recommend to anyone planning to give birth in Greece), a lot of things become way easier than you might expect. At least, that's how it seems at the moment...
Third, it's funny how quickly your standards change when you take care of a child. Those who know me know I value my sleep. I lived for four years in Geneva, and almost never went skiing nearby, because I hated to get up early on Saturdays; I ask colleagues to avoid inviting me to meetings before 9:30; I complain when I get less than 8 hours' sleep. Yet I was jubilant last night, when my son slept for four hours in-between feeds (vs his average of two to three) - I considered these four hours of uninterrupted rest rejuvenating and God-sent. And I feel surprisingly awake, and able to write this. I hope this continues.
Fourth, because this is our first child, and Jessi and I have no idea what is normal (how long should it feed? how long between feeds? how heavy is it, compared to other babies that age? how much weight can we expect it to lose and regain in its first days and weeks?), we are being quite methodical about recording its development - we even have an app which allows us to time its feeds, and sync them across our phones. I plan to record its effort to speak (I already have a model in my head, whereby I will record phrases he says, and then tag them - for language, number of words, number of syllables &c, and track all these across time; incidentally, this will make for an interesting blog post a couple of years down the road, if I manage to maintain the disciple to do it). Again, I wonder whether we will do all these for our future children...
This is all for now. More to come, if deemed interesting enough.
