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My Journey with Skylar

Once again I have to find an excuse why I did not post my blog yesterday. What can I say? I am thinking of a few reasons why, but the one I am thinking about the most is that our daughter is four months old today (is that a good enough reason?)

I am writing from an Internet café, on my way home from a presentation that I just did at a job fair. I know that by the time I get home, there will be no time on the computer. Our daughter now dictates our schedule lol

Yesterday was one of those days. I had planned my day with a number of items on my to do list, especially people that I would call, then I got a emergency phone call. My wife had to go out to give a hand to a family that needed  help. I had to stay home with Skylar. This had happened in the past, so I was confident I can keep everything under control. Oh boy, little did I know what was coming next.

At first she was calm, nothing to be concerned about, I even promised some people that I would call them shortly. Then she started her things. Whenever she is hungry, or when she wants to sleep, she just cries. I guess that this is how all the babies are. So she started to cry. I thought maybe she was hungry ( Maybe she is like her dad when he is hungry lol).

I gave her some milk and she was fine, just for five minutes. Then she started to cry again. I tried to make her sleep but in vain. As we had started to give her same cereals a day prior, I thought I could prepare some. And this was my first experience doing it. I saw my wife feeding her the day before, I thought it would be a piece of cake. Man! The food was all over her face, all over my face, on her clothes and on mine as well. I was trying to feed her while she was crying. What an experience!

Somehow I managed to make her sleep, and ten minutes later, she got up and there she went again, crying some more. Boy! I wanted to call my wife, my mother in Africa, my mother in law, 911, you name it.

About an hour later, she was sleeping again. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep as well. By the time my wife came back almost at midnight, I seemed to have everything under control. My wife was proud of me, but I did not tell her what I had gone through to have the baby under control. I guess she had an idea of what happened when she saw baby food all over my face lol

I looked at my wife with admiration. I just simply realized how good she is with Skylar. It's only after going through with what seem to be an easy job for her that I understood how hard it was. I have been guilty of taking her job for granted without realizing how hard it can be to be a mom taking care of a young baby.

Sometimes we are quick to judge people without knowing what they are going through. It is only after having been through challenges that we can understand those who have been there before us. We also take for granted people in our lives, but it is only after they are gone that we can see their real value. It took some hours alone with my baby to understand how valuable my wife is in the education of our baby. I knew she was doing a great job, but now my respect for her just went throuh the roof.

Moral of the story?

Do you want me to take care of your baby? Just leave me alone with the baby and I will have baby food on my face.

Always a pleasure

Patrick
The Journeyman

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