Dream Feed

If you’d asked me a year ago what a dream feed was, I’d probably reminisce about the secret midnight feasts we’d have growing up. There’d be quavers, custard creams, breadsticks and anything else we could sneak out of the kitchen. Actually, thinking back, perhaps we should have opted for some quieter snacks. No wonder we got caught all the time! Although that’s probably also due to the fact that our midnight feasts were in fact at about 10pm when our parents were still awake, because let’s be honest, midnight was far too late!

Anyway, that went on a bit long. I’ve forgotten why I’m even here. Oh yes. The dream feed. Here’s what it’s really about.

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Back To Work

Everyone prepares you (or tries to) for the day your baby arrives. When you go home for the first time. The sleepless nights. The tiredness. The nappies. So many nappies. But what they don’t prepare you for, is the day you go back to work. I’m not talking about you mums out there. I can’t even begin to imagine what that feels likes after spending every day with your little one for months. I’m talking about us Dads who go back to work after paternity leave.

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Our Birth Story

“Oh my God!”

“House stinks like shit!”

“Switched from Tens to Gas & Air”

These are just some of the brief notes I managed to make during the main event. I’d starting keeping track quite well, but than as the whole thing dragged out, there are definitely some gaps that I need to try and remember. But, remember I shall, I’m sure. So if you’re so inclined and you have a spare 10 minutes, here’s our story of how two became three. Well, not the whole story. I’m not starting from the beginning, you’ll have to just use your imagination for that.

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Decorating the Nursery

One of the many jobs on our pre-baby to do list, was to decorate the baby’s room. I had thought that this was indeed one of the jobs we absolutely had to get finished before “us two” became “us three”. Since then, I’ve learned that the baby will not actually sleep in its own bedroom for several months. Maybe as many as six! Six months! That’s like, quite a lot of months if you ask me. It turns out that there’s actually more chance of me sleeping in the baby’s room than the actual baby itself during those first few months. I mean, as long as I can get a TV in there, I might be alright.

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