Around 5 months back my first kid arrived. It is not possible to tell in few words, how awesome it felt. Then started my struggles, basically it is language problem-
- I won't understand what he is crying for.
- He don't know how to make me understand why he is crying.
Ofcourse, crying is the only language he knows and unfortunately there is not much variation in his cry for what he needs.
- I try to feed him when he is irritated with wet diaper.
- I try changing his diaper when he only want to play or entertained.
- I try to play with him when he actually want to sleep.
- I try to put him to sleep when he is struggling to burp.
In one sentence, it is a miracle if I get these things right in first try. Shockingly or luckily, my wife mastered his language in no time. Ofcourse, she found a new way to get angry on me as I am getting so confused. I don't blame her for this, I totally deserve her anger here. So, I voluntarily gave her right to understand what my son wants. I only do what she says.
Unfortunately, my struggle didn't end there. This little fellow somehow found that I am a confused parent who wants to take utmost care of him but struggles always. So, he started playing with me whenever he gets bored with his toys. Whoever says kids are innocent, they are totally wrong. Just when I am totally happy playing with him, he will remember that that he wants to be fed. To my surprise, his transition from a playful and happy baby to fuzzy and hungry baby happens in 2 seconds. Okay, max 5 seconds. Not more then that. Now comes my wife, she will just say- "he is hungry now, he needs to be fed". How can I know that this transition happened in last 5 seconds. Ofcourse, my wife will know automatically even if she is in a different room. Don't know how, this little fellow somehow conveys her what he wants. I beg him to let me also know. Then he gives a face that, "you won't understand".
If anyone guessed that, I have realized and stopped falling in the trap of this little fellow. Then, you are wrong. This happened like 100 times in his little over 150 days on earth. Still, I can't resist when he looks at me and smiles. I forget my work, my anger, my resolutions and more importantly any stress that is attached on me. No wonder, he is a charmer. He charms me by smiling, by exploring my face and hair with his little fingers, by cooing, and by holding my index finger tightly with his whole fist.
So now, my daily routine has become so simple-
- Trying to find ways to make him smile.
- Keeping this little fellow on my lap and talking with him.
- Finally, getting the wrath of my wife as he has a transition from playful baby to fuzzy baby in no time.
How many ever times, this cycle repeats. How much struggle it might be. I feel it is totally worth, with my wife next to me and this little fellow on my lap.
Taking care of our first child, all by ourselves is one of the most difficult thing and most awesome thing I ever did. Talking about his sweet actions is the most important discussion me and my wife are having now. Sitting next to my wife and see this little fellow sleep peacefully is the most wonderful thing we see now. Thanking my wife by kissing her for this wonderful gift is what I do regularly now.
Having first kid is really a gift in disguise of struggle.
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