The movies make it seem so glamorous. There's clearly fake screaming, to be fair. But besides that, you're spoon-fed a wonderful, cozy image of labor and young children that makes your face shrivel up in a ball of estrogenic joy.
After all the definitely-not-idealized love fest, it comes down to business.
Namely, doo-ing business.
The very first diaper was mine to clean up after. Now, it wasn't my first rodeo, and I'm not the stereotypical herp-derp of a guy.
However... there may have been some things I wasn't fully aware of.
Such as...
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| Lesson 1: The first few poops are pitch black. |
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| The smells get worse. |
And, well, countless other lessons that are less like a teaching moment and more like battlefield experience.
Don't get me wrong, I love my son. Very much. He's an adorable velociraptor. But he lives up to the name, and for first-time parents, there is an adjustment.
But it's a good, worthwhile adjustment. And I'd do it a billion times.
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| "You're lucky you got ONE." |
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