Our son is six months old this week. The road here has felt much like one paved with cobblestones. Besides the madness/bliss/exhaustion that is caring for a baby, my father died in October, we started the process of buying a more child friendly house in November, which is about to wrap up this week (more on that in a future post) and we cleaned/painted/listed our soon-to-be old house for sale. I also turned 30 last week. I think I’m finished with major life changes for a bit or forever if that’s even possible.
Baby related operations are wonderful. The most trouble I seem to face is not getting to spend enough time with Arthur, which from what I can discern, if that is the toughest part of playing father to a six month old, I’ve got it pretty good/easy. I don’t have much of an issue with him spending eight hours a day with an adult other than his parents, I think going to work and time away from one’s parents are beneficial for all parties, but I would love to sneak a few more hours into the day for baby time.
The death of my father took me to new depths of exhaustion/depression that I am only now clawing my way back from. The loss of a parent is unsettling to a degree I didn’t think possible. The day after he died, I experienced an intense cosmic jet lag, as if having traveled on a one way ticket to an uncomfortably exotic destination where my father no longer existed. Birth/death are literal life opposites of course, but they are emotionally inverse in a sort of comically absurd way.
I haven’t had the time or focus to put together a post about what I’ve found to be great baby equipment. A fair amount of research went in to all our purchases and after six months of field testing I’ve got a bit of perhaps valuable wisdom to share. Hoping I get to this in the next week or so.