Try to imagine, if you can, what it must feel like to feel unwell for the very first time. You and I will have been unwell many times with varying levels of severity, and because of this we know that eventually the sniffles and shivers will pass, and we’ll feel better.
But your baby doesn’t know this comfort, not the first time. For them life is good, they’re happily going along eating, sleeping, pooping and repeating all of these in no particular order and then out of nowhere, bam!!!… a sore throat, runny nose, aches and pains, or in Quinn’s case a chesty cough.
That was me a year ago when my wife, Sian, told me we were going to have a baby. And what have I done since? Not a lot.
Well that’s not strictly true, obviously lots has happened since. There have been 38 and a half weeks of pregnancy, and 13 weeks of baby. In that time I’ve changed job, we’ve been to two weddings, a stag do and a hen do each. We’ve celebrated ten years together, made baby announcements, had weekends away with friends and family, painted and decorated a nursey, done more DIY and assembly than probably the rest of my life combined, plus all the other things I can’t remember. It’s been a busy year, which is maybe why in regards to writing a blog I’ve done very little.