The Heir To My Throne

My wife woke me up at 6:15 Saturday morning of the 10th of May… told me her water broke. In true fashion of myself, I woke up panic-less.  And to paint even more of a picture of how calm things were, she gave me the option to go to back to sleep since she wasn’t feeling any types of contractions yet… but I couldn’t. Instead I got out of bed, started a load of laundry, did dishes, swept the house… yeah… I got shit done. Close to 3 hours went by, with a walk somewhere in between–and no contractions yet.  Paps thought maybe we should go to the hospital at that point, and so it was time… time to meet the little man we’d been so anxiously waiting 9 months to see. When we arrived, they got her changed to “scope out the scene,” and come to find Paps hadn’t even been a whole centimeter dilated yet, but because her water had broke already they’d admitted us into a delivery room.  A Cervidil drip was administered into her IV in place of Pitocin, which was supposed to thin her lady stuff down, in order for her to naturally start dilation.  That was at 10 a.m. 11 p.m she was still not a full centimeter, so they were going to administer some more Cervidil and monitor her for another 12 hours, but instead decided to deliver Pitocin to the body.  Pitocin, for those that don’t know, is supposed to induce labor at a Continue Reading →

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Mother’s Day Ain’t What It Used To Be

For years …years… my mother and I have had a rather unusual relationship.  Once I left the house, Mother’s day turned into “I wonder if my son will remember Mother’s day,” and as a 31 year old man, I feel bad for her, and I’m sorry.  But that was our dynamic, and I can’t really heal that bleeding wound.  But now Mother’s day is going to mean something completely different for me for the rest of my life.   I’m not sure if baby JR will be blessing us with his gracious presence on Sunday, otherwise known as Mother’s Day, but he’s supposed to be my wife’s ultimate Mother’s day gift that I could ever give her… according to science.  That’ right… I said it… I gave her that gift…   But all jokes aside, what once was a day that had very little meaning to me, will become the biggest day in my household.  For it will be a day that may be the same birthday as my son (and even if it’s not it will inevitably be his birthday since there is no specific date for Mother’s day, because it’s created to always falls in line with Sunday because apparently you can only do brunch on Sundays), but it will also be the day that I get to glorify my wife and the mother of my child.   “But Rob, you should always glorify your wife… because she’s you’re wife… and the mother of your child.”   Right you are… Continue Reading →

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Is Baby Bonding the Same as Love at First Sight?

According to science, we have 5 days left till the predicted due date.  That’s roughly 120 hours, give or take a lifetime.   So naturally I should be feeling some sort of way right about now.   Well I do…   … I feel uneasy.   While I’ve been jumping through hoops these last few months to create this space to write about my thoughts, redecorate the house, establish the nursery, finish my Bachelors degree, apply for a Master’s program, pay off all the bills, make sure insurance and health issues are in order, and take care of preggo pants (the wife)– I haven’t really sat down and expressed my deepest fears with anyone.  And since this blog is self-righteously named The Scared Dad, it’s time to address what I’m most scared of.   I was talking to a friend today whom, like many, is anxiously awaiting the birth of my child.  She and I go way back, and she and her husband had just had a child of their own.  This child changed them, and changed their dynamic and brought out the best in them.  Although I’ve seen this with my own eyes, I’m not saying this with my words or observation.  Saying that their child brings out the best in them, is their own declaration.  Both hubby and wife have rejoiced in the life of their child and have told me many times how much of a good thing the baby is to them both as individuals and as a family.  Continue Reading →

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A Round of Shots!

So naturally, as human kind would have it, we are constantly trying to scare the shit out of each other.  Whether the scare takes form of a friend jumping from behind the corner in a dark hallway, telling stories to your younger siblings of the local boogie man, chain mail threatening you of 7-10 years of bad luck for not forwarding this email to everyone on the planet, or even the local bully threatening to beat you up after school (or PTA meeting)… scaring people is the sick and twisted form of entertainment we all are guilty of. Fear isn’t always so innocent though. We’re constantly put into fear from religion, politics, and science as well. Fear from religion forces us to act right in the eyes of our Gods.  It forces us to take an internal look into our thought processes and form self-judgment calls before our final day comes, so we can make it into whatever afterlife we believe in. Fear from politics has us biting our nails about if my generation will receive the hard earned social security money we’ve worked for, or if our federal employees will get a paycheck at the end of the week because of government shut downs.  Some of us fear that we can’t trust our government so much that we can’t live day to day without thinking we’re being watched, tracked, bugged, or put on some list that will inevitably have “the man” kicking down our door demanding to take away Continue Reading →

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So it’s been a real work in progress, but it’s done.  The nursery is finally, freaking, done. Over a course of well over a month now, I’ve taped, torn down tape, re-taped, painted, painted, painted some more, fixed my painting mistakes, put down new base boards, put up crown molding, changed wiring, installed the ceiling fans, built furniture, hung pictures and giraffes, but most of all… created my new favorite room. Here’s a small visual story of…. the journey. In order to get the tape job right, I spent a literal weekend doing it.   The problem is, I decided that using a level was the best way at first.  WRONG.  It’s THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE.               I taped up the whole room once… Twice…                   Three times before I got it right finally. Here’s the hint; The first time I used just a level and a tape measure.  That doesn’t work because human error will prevail no matter how awesome you are at drawing lines.  The second time, I used a laser level…  the kind that sucks itself onto the wall and allows you to draw on your lines.  Well the problem with this is that the level on that contraption has a lot of give and take for distances over a foot it seems.  What I mean is that even though the lines looked like they were level, the tape measure said otherwise… and you Continue Reading →

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