Kari’s sleeping more and more as the days pass. Which is a good thing. But I still feel a bit on edge when she grunts while asleep. I tense up, awaiting the sirens scream to shatter the crystalline silence that permeates the still air. Most of the time you can tell when she’s waking up. She grunts a bit, then a bit more, and then lets loose with the aforementioned deafining shriek if you wait too long. Oh, and the time of what is defined as “too long” varies from night to night.
She’s getting so big. I know that is totally cliche to say, but it’s also totally true. She’s well over 12lbs at this point (7 weeks) and is holding her head up for a decent amount of time. Her eyes are bright and attentive, and mesmerize me with their depth of innocence.
As I write this she’s sleeping next to me in her bed. Mom’s in the other room catching some rest. I wonder if I’ll remember this night when I’m old and grey. If I’ll remember the hum of the air purifier next to the chair and beside it the aquarium’s gurgle. I hope I remember her, and how such a truly amazing thing it is to call her daughter.
According to this Blog, I’m a natural when it comes to being a good Father. It’s in my Geek Genes™
“9. SMART IS COOL. Having a Geek for a father instills the message into your children that smart is cool. They idolize Daddy. Hopefully, they’ll want to grow up to be just like him.”
We’re home now, Jackie, Kari and I. It was an interesting experiance, much different that I had anticipated. Mom and baby are doing well. As I type this they are both sleeping. Awwww…
Here’s some links to pictures:
Photocast of pictures (this will continue to be updated)
And if that doesn’t work, I’ve created a static page of images on Flickr
And from the Hospital’s WebNursery
And more from the Hospital’s WebNursery
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GET HERE CHILD!
Seriously, I love you and your mother. But for Christ sakes you’ve done nothing but given us greif so far! Ok, so you’re not that bad. Most of the time I spend with you is great and sweet. I love listening to the swishing sound you make as you spin and twirl. That’s probably one of the few things that fathers can experience that the mother cannot during pregnancy. The ability to place my head mere inches from yours and listen to the sound of life.
To my wife, my friend, and my love
You’re asleep as I write this, gone to bed many hours before I have. You’re tired, as most women in your situation are. You’re frustrated. You can’t do all the things you normally do. You’re bored, as the “sitting around gene” is missing from your DNA. You’re scared. You’re not totally freaking out or anything, but harsh reality of what could happen is pushing heavily upon the possibility of what most likely will happen. You’re hopeful. You know, deep down, that things will be ok. You know that I love you and I will care for you no matter what.