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When you are a sleep deprived Dad, worn out from working, commuting and taking care of your kid, a trip to the grocery store in the rain can seem daunting. Here are 5 tips to make it easier.

Buy a stroller rain cover. WhenI first saw these I was not impressed. They looked hot and claustrophobic. But my son surprised me and was completely enamored with watching the raindrops fall on the clear plastic. That it keeps the rain off the kid is secondary. The main benefit is seeing the joy on your kid’s face.

Bring the stroller into the store. Don’t try to be a hero and carry the shopping basket on your arm while you push the stroller. The basket will only get heavier and you’ll find yourself debating whether you want to actually get all the items on your list, or stow the grocery items on the lower level of the stroller, a less than ideal location.

Grab a shopping cart if you have a medium to large grocery list. Otherwise, the lower level container on the stroller will hold a surprising amount of stuff. On my trip to Costco last weekend I fit a giant kcup box, 3 lb can off coffee, a giant package of pens for work, and a bag of frozen chicken, quinoa and kale for lunches. P.s. can you tell I am a sleep deprived Dad from my shopping list?

Park near a shopping cart corral. This is a no brainer. After you are done shopping you have to get your kid and groceries back out to the car. Once in the car though, you can’t leave your kid unattended to return the cart. If the corral is close by, everybody wins.

Don’t forget your umbrella. With all the focus on keeping your little one dry and happy, and remembering everything on your grocery list, it’s easy to forget yourself. Remember: as the airlines say, put the Oxygen mask on yourself first. Don’t forget your umbrella. My favorite is the giant ones the sell discounted at Home Depot.

On Gratitude

December 11, 2017

This year I am thinking and reflecting on gratitude.

As I write this I am sitting next to my son, who had been sick with a fever, and reminded that having a child is the most amazing blessing of all.

After we pack up the Thanksgiving decorations and finish off the leftovers, it is easy to get sucked into the sudden rush of materialism the modern holiday season brings.

I love the holiday season: We went and got our Christmas tree and put it up right after Thanksgiving.

Time Magazine caught my eye recently with an article on gratitude and it’s health benefits: Included in these are the ability to make you more patient, sleep better, and improve your relationships.

Forbes magazine also has a recent article on the benefits of gratitude at work. It makes the connection between leadership, being a better leader, and practicing gratitude.

I like the concept of a gratitude practice that it introduces. The example they give sounds a big cheesy – particularly the part of mouthing the words ‘thank you’- but nevertheless a solid reminder that rather than dwelling this holiday season on our next big purchase and accompanying adrenaline rush from the next big thing, it might be worth it to focus instead on the things we already have and are grateful for.

“Just to see you smile, I’d do anything” – Tim McGraw

At three months old, my son smiles when I greet him in the morning, converses in coos, and loves watching the ceiling fan.

It feels like an eternity has passed since he was born. Prior to his existence, I would see three months pass in the blink of an eye.

Now, each day feels like an eternity – in a good way. When I think about what he was like when he was born – just over five pounds and very thin, compared to today, I realize how far he has come. In just this short three months, my life has changed dramatically.

I share below a few of the ways life has changed that I did not anticipate, and what I have learned in these first three months.

Sleep is gold. Sleep is a precious commodity. I always liked – loved- it before, so this observation is not exactly a surprise.

There is a reason experienced parents always ask me the same question when they learn my son is two months old: “Are you getting any sleep?

In pre baby life, sleep was like a cruise ship buffet: I had access to it when I needed it and I could consume just about as much of it as I wanted.

Today all I can say is I wish I were only ‘tired.” The word tired doesn’t quite cut it. There are a few silver linings though.

In the short term your mind and body will adapt. You will either find time to sleep, or power through.

More experienced parents will advise “it gets better.” I can say this is largely true.

The days are long but each week goes by faster. For more thoughts on surviving sleep deprivation check out this post.

The Dad instincts kick in automatically. Babies were not my forte. As a young adult I did not babysit, did not have younger siblings, and did not see myself as a “baby” person.

I was the airplane passenger more annoyed to see a family with young children board, and then to my horror sit right behind me.

In the early weeks of my son’s life, I found myself surprised at how strongly my fatherly instincts flexed.

Cradle Cap Is a Thing. I paid close attention in the newborn care class, read multiple baby books, and watched many online videos on newborn care.

I don’t recall cradle cap mentioned once. After about three weeks following his birth, my son’s head became covered in scales and his hair fell out.

He looked like an 80 year old man  – bald on top with hair only on the side and back of his head.

The medical wisdom on the internet advised – to our dismay-  this “cradle cap” could last up to two months.

After brief consult with our pediatrician, she advised us to wash his head lightly with Selsun blue shampoo, and apply hydrocortisone cream.

This cleared up the cradle cap in about a week and a half!

Acid Reflux is a Thing. Newborn babies typically lack a fully functioning esophagus: nothing stands in the way to block their stomach contents from backing up into their throats and mouths.

The result: a screaming, unhappy child.

Since it is a mechanical problem, the medication offered by the pediatrician only mutes the acid pain slightly but does not solve the underlying problem.

Only time and growing allow his esophagus to develop and do the job of keeping his food down.

Breastfeeding is Torture. And beautiful. And miserable – all at the same time.

A mythical aura of romance surrounds breastfeeding, masking how painful it can be for the mother.

The breastfeeding class we took whitewashed this.

I do not recall a discussion of mastitis – which is awful, as is the frightening uncontrollable shivering and high fever that accompanies it.

Breastfeeding is portrayed as a breeze: picture the modern mother elegantly nursing her babe under a stylish cover scarf, seated in a verdant park while her fellow urbanites jog and roller blade by.

A more accurate portrayal: a sleep deprived mom, striving to keep her sanity and shit together, enduring a 3 a.m. pumping session while her husband groggily feeds baby.

The Mom suffers pumping so her baby boy can suck breastmilk mixed with rice cereal, the only solution for calming his painful acid reflux.

Dad and Mom share the middle of night baby care to minimize the severity of sleep loss in the night.

While the benefits of breastfeeding are many, it’s not easy. It has been rough for my wife –  and me – and we have contemplated stopping at certain points.

My wife has powered through. I am sure about one thing though: it is not the song song story they painted in the breastfeeding class. There have been many hiccups and roadblocks along the way.

Post-Partum Care in America is a Disaster. Pregnancy, as I witnessed it from the Dad perspective, is treated as a big deal.

The frequency of medical appointments steadily increased from when we learned my wife was pregnant, until the day my son was born.

After his birth, however, the doctor didn’t want or need to see my wife again for six weeks. This was both cruel and absurd.

Our society cloaks the trauma of childbirth under a veneer of idyllic joy. Mothers are left largely to fend for themselves.

Add to this the lack of paid parental leave in the U.S., and most new moms end up operating more or less as single parents after the first few weeks – or whatever amount of time the dad is able to scrounge together to get time off of work.

I frequently criticize the content – or lack therof- in the childbirth and parenting classes we took.

Post partum recovery is no exception. The content glossed over how difficult in can be. The consensus seems to be that post partum recovery lasts six to eight weeks.

As with many things in baby land, the reality is far different. WebMD glosses it over in one swoop: “Postpartum: First 6 Weeks After Childbirth.

During the days and weeks after the delivery of your baby (postpartum period), your body will change as it returns to its nonpregnant condition.”

When I first read this description, I scoffed. To think after nine months of pregnancy- that a woman’s body will return to its pre-pregnancy condition is wishful thinking.

Now, at first glance it may not seem a that a Dad has much to say on this. I think though this misses

To put it shortly, my wife went through hell and back. sets expectations more appropriately.

Now, as the new Dad I readily admit I had it pretty easy in those first few weeks. I mainly had to adapt to the intense sleep deprivation, but my wife suffered through the immediate recovery.

Modern Medical Science is Marvelous. We are fortunate to live in the era of modern medical science.

In the U.S. today 15 women per 100,000 die in childbirth. One hundred years ago 600 per 100,000 did.

While the maternal mortality rate in the U.S. is far too high for a developed country, we are still lucky to benefit from the wonders of modern medicine.

We knew, by choice, our son’s gender from an early blood test, part of a slew of genetic tests to screen for debilitatating diseases and birth defects.

A week before  his due date my son began measuring small, so the OBGYN induced my wife.

The Pediatrician Will See You Every Week. Get ready to go to the doctor nearly every week for the first stretch.

Well baby visits early on will happen every week with more on top of that if you have any medical issues or questions you need a consult on.

After the first stretch, these will drop to about once a month, and then every couple of months as baby gets older.

Information Overload is Real. The good news about parenting in 2017 is there is no shortage of resources online and instantaneous information.

Need a video on how to calm a crying baby? Check. A tutorial on how to change a diaper? Check. A special yoga workout that includes baby? Check.

With the wealth of information available, however, it is easy to become overloaded and overwhelmed.

For certain issues the guidance is cut and dry. For others, the advice and guidance you find will be all over the place.

When our son developed cradle cap, the information we read suggested it could last any where from a couple of weeks to a few months.

This was disconcerting to say the least. In this case we decided it was best to consult with our pediatrician and did so.

She recommended a couple of solutions that cleared up the cradle cap within a couple of weeks.

My takeaway: don’t hesitate to contact your pediatrician if your gut feeling is off or the advice you see is wildly all over the place.

Parentsplaining is a thing. It will happen eventually: You will be out with your baby and your partner and someone will feel the need to parentsplain.

Perhaps you don’t have the baby dressed correctly. Perhaps you aren’t keeping him out of the sun, or conversely getting enough sun.

And then, unexpectedly it will happen. It is sudden at first, and when it happened to us I didn’t even realize what was happening until it was over.

Someone will observe your situation, and make three quick judgements: 1. That you, as a parent, are not already striving every moment to do the absolute best job you can as a parent and adult in the world, and 2. That they, despite not knowing you or your situation, are the ones best position to offer their option and 3. That their opinion is correct.

And then they will interject, offering their advice on your situation, and then smugly walk away confident that they have fixed the situation, and corrected the ways of your errors as a parent.

Although these encounters will drive you mad, this leads me to my next reflection.

This too shall pass. Everything is temporary. Nothing is forever. By the third night in the hospital I thought I was going to loose my mind.

We had just laid down to sleep at midnight Saturday night when a pediatrician barged into our room, flipped on all the lights, and loudly declared he was there to conduct my son’s discharge exam.

Since the labor and deliver ward was busy, decided the most appropriate time to do this exam was at midnight.

I was furious. Eventually I calmed down, and looking back now I realize what a temporary problem this was and that, with the right mindset and a deep breath, you can overcome whatever challenge you face.

English lacks the words to capture the joy. The first month was complete insanity. The rule of thumb you hear is infants eat every 2-3 hours.

With our little guy it was every 1 – 1.5 hrs. Then, everything else is packed in between: the baby sleeps, needs diaper changes, has acid reflux, etc.

I don’t think many expecting parents, and especially Dads, do the math on how this cycle plays out in a 24 hour period.

Needless to say, this schedule becomes quickly daunting and overwhelming, even crushing.

Resilience will become your new meditative mantra. But ever so slowly insanity level will start to decrease to a calmer level of just steady crazy.

Life will still be completely different from ever before, but the madness and sleep depreciation euphoria will abate until one day your little one smiles back at you: joy, as a word, doesn’t even come close to capturing what you’ll feel.

Hello and welcome to my blog! I’m Mike, and I recently became a new dad to Gavin. I’ve started this blog to chronicle the journey I embarked upon together with my son and wife Karissa. I want to serve as a resource for other new dads out there with tips, life hacks, and general advice that I discover along the way.

In my research prior to my son’s birth, I found the resources available to new dads either dated, lacking in depth, or missing the Dad perspective. This blog will be an effort to fill that gap.

Let the journey begin!