Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Things I've learnt in 4+ weeks of fatherhood

So we survived the first 2 weeks. Here's what I learnt in 4 weeks of fatherhood:
  • Everybody has an advice on how to care for babies. Literally everybody! And everyone thinks their advice is the best. After all, they've raised x number of babies. Last week, we had 2 guests, one after the other. The first said we ought to cover the babies heads even in the house. So we did. As soon as he left, the next guest promptly said remove the hats! So what's a new dad to do? Initially, I would try to argue the small stuff (like babies don't really need hats in the house; that our pediatrician has said 72-75 degrees is fine for the babies and our thermostat reads 80). But then I realized, what's the use? Best case, the advice giver will simply not agree, after all she/he has raised x amount of babies. Worst case, the advice giver will think one is being an ITK after all this is our first babies. So if you come visit and say "put ski boots on those babies or they'll catch cold". I'll do it but you can bet those boots are coming off once you leave
  • This is all babies' fault. Why? Because babies are so resilient they survive sometimes in spite, not because of, what we do.
  • Burping is such a simple concept. You feed the baby, pat him or her gently on the back and all the air come gurgling out. In theory. In practice, it sometimes takes longer to burp than to feed. I suppose I could be doing it wrong but you can't not burp them.
  • The makers of Enfamil are sleek. They just shipped me 12 cans of 32 oz ready to feed baby formula. Each can retails for $6-10. So why would Enfamil send me $120 in baby formula? Because they know babies go through those things very quickly. And if your baby already seems to like Enfamil, why would you switch to Similac (a cheaper formula)?
  • Why can't the diaper people be just as sleek?
  • Our twins are so different they could easily just be siblings. He is such an easy going fellow. Just feed him, burp him, change him and put him on his throne (a contraption we rigged from a boppy pillow). Her? She's the queen bee. Her favorite position is in someone's arms. Luckily our boy doesn't get rattled by her crying. Like everything else, he just shrugs it off and keeps sleeping or looking at you with his Dick Cheney smirk.