Didn’t realize it was already February. Last post I had was around the 28th of last month. Here I thought it will be easier to post since I have my hardware now.
Let me give you a quick look of how my day to day looks like: I do my daddy duties every morning, and go to work at night. I take a nap with my kid to save energy, since I have to wait for my wife to come home and sub me from my daddy tasks. I get 4 hours of consecutive sleep every day, tops. Although that does not include the naps my son and I take. Depending on his mood, he normally naps for an hour, but some days, it only takes a few minutes. That leaves almost no time for anything else.
Not that I’m complaining.
One of my colleagues also noticed that I look more like a dad now. I instinctively touched my tummy, but thankfully he did not mean that I have a parent gut yet. He just wanted to point out the ever growing eye bags I currently have.
Alphaeus Mikhail, that’s my son’s name. He was born last May 16, exactly 13 days to date, but it feels longer (in a positive way). With that being said, I already recognized and observed some of his habits, that may or may not be helpful to me and my wife, but it still gives me something to smile about.
The first observation is not really Alpha’s doing, but this is most of the reaction that we get whenever we tell someone his name. People most often say: “Your kid is going to have a hard time spelling his name, trust me.” This just irks me to no end, because they’re already thinking that my son is going to have difficulty spelling out his name. His. Own. Name. I admit, it will be a little longer, compared to people who only have one name, composed of three letters, but he will eventually get the hang of it.
The song Incompleteby Sisqohelps him sleep. My wife has been listening to her playlist, which includes the song, while she was pregnant, so that may have helped. It is one of our favorite songs too (or our theme song, for the cheesy).
He is now getting used to the neighborhood noise. We were worried that he will have difficulty sleeping when he got to our home, but he got used to it quickly.
He likes our microfiber polyester blanket. Our room air-conditioner is turned on almost the whole day because of the hellish weather, and he can get cold. If we turn the ac off, he then feels too uncomfortable. So we tried out one of our blankets, and he liked it. He does this little jig whenever he gets cold where he moves both his legs, looking like he is trying to remove his diapers. That’s when I know he’s getting too cold.
These are a few things that I have noticed. Right now, I’m feeling more parent-y every day. There are just a few more things I need to sort out and change in my usual routine to fully adjust to our bundle of joy. I also have to go back to the office after one more week, and I am already dreading it. I want to stay at home for a few more days, or even years, but I have to earn for my family.
It took me a while before I was able to start this post. I may have been thinking too much, or trying too hard to make this special. I guess, just like everything else, I have to be average. I wanted to make this post as heart-warming as the posts I have read from first time dads with their expert word skills. I am not one of them, and I have to be reminded of this every day.
In this case, I’ll just say it like it is; my son is home, and so our journey begins.
He was born May 16, via the Emergency Caesarian operation since he pooped too early and he unfortunately ingested some of it. He was 6 pounds, although I’m pretty sure her mom will say he felt heavier.
Welcome to the world, Alpha.
On a side note, I am now looking into adding another job, a part time job, as soon as I can. I am working for his future now, so a singular job does not cut it.
I accompanied my wife to her OB a few days ago and earlier today. These are a few of my tasks as her ever supportive husband. I just did not know it then, but these trips somehow evoke a lot of emotions out of me.
We went to Makati Medical Center (pictured below) to undergo a 3D ultrasound. If you’re not familiar with the hospital, it is a swanky hospital where you are doomed to spend money the minute you step in.
The place was almost like a mall, only with more sick people. It’s been a while since I stepped in a hospital, and the hospitals that I’ve been in were all smaller, and more “regular” (read: what hospitals in the movies look like). There was a gift shop, a few fast food restaurants, and a convenience store. I almost forgot that we were supposed to go to the Ultrasound area. I thought we were going to shop.
The sight of doctors who look and walk like they own the place reminded me of why we were there. Looking at these doctors, I thought they wouldn’t touch me if they knew how much I make. They’ll probably tell me that they don’t help middle class folks or something, regardless of our HMO card. I wonder if the direction of their noses has a rationale too. All of their noses looked like it was pointing in one direction: towards the ceiling.
You might say that they’re entitled to it, because they spent years in yada-yada-yada… I didn’t say they weren’t entitled to it, I was just describing them. Hell, even a former classmate who works here as a nurse, was (and maybe still is) an “entitled” rich kid.
Thankfully, my wife’s OB was nice. It took my wife a few laps around the area, a can of coke and a bar of Kit-Kat (all conveniently bought inside the hospital premises) to finally see my son’s face. Plus, it “only” cost us Php3,900. I guess if my wallet had been on a diet, this day was its cheat day. I was not able to bid my money a proper goodbye, before I had to hand it to the cashier. I hope they forgive me.
I also heard two seemingly affluent folks talk about us when we passed by. They were talking rather loudly about their rich-folk escapades, when my wife and I walked by.They stopped talking for a bit, and tried whispering that we look to young to be parents. We still heard them, and I felt good. Imagine, we were able to catch the attention of two, rich people! Maybe I should have asked for financial assistance too, come to think of it.
The next visit was earlier today, this time in another building. I believe it was Medical Plaza. I am just not sure, and Google failed to come up with pictures that looked familiar. This time, it was inside a building with what looked like condominium units converted into business rooms, and medical clinics. There were more people than usual waiting in the lobby. Most of them were dads and their kids. What do you know? Just when I thought I was safe, my overly insecure but observant self started doing what it is known to do very well, compare myself to other people.
These dads look like they got there either by a yacht, or a sports car. They were all sporting just a little frown, accented by the crease in their forehead, where their eyebrows meet. The look of a very busy man. There was a pediatrician’s clinic there, so they might be going for a vaccine or something. There were a whole lot of them there, lots of kids with bright, financially stable futures.
They’re tall too. Big-ass kids with big-ass dads. My wife and I looked more like kids compared to them.
I started thinking, will my son ever grow past the 5’3″ curse of mine? Will they be bullied by tall-ass kids? Will I be able to whoop the dads of these big-ass bullies, considering they are big-ass dads too? Is the answer to my questions an obvious “no”, except this question?
I hope I don’t accidentally teach my son to be a brooding, pessimistic, overly gloomy, despondent, vertically and financially challenged guy like myself. Or maybe the Philippines teaches 90% of its population to be all of those, so he has no choice.
God damn, I’m sorry, Alpha. I failed you genetically and geographically. I’m hoping not financially, but we’ll see.