Tuesday, 13 November 2012

The Adventures of Geek Dad: One Year On

Good Tuesday everyone!

I must admit it feels a little strange calling today Tuesday, but that is largely because I've had the last 2 days off, and so it feels more like a Sunday to me.

I'd also like to apologise to everyone who was looking forward to hearing feedback about my chat with the Malifools about my game supplement, because of ill health from one of the co-hosts we've had to reschedule our recording until sometime next week. Don't worry, it will happen. And once it has I'll be able to make my card reveals.

In the meantime I will probably use some of the free time to make some more cards so that the unveiling can be even better.

But I am afraid that none of this is what I'd like to discuss with you today.

On Saturday it was my little girl's first birthday. We had family and friends over and a good time was had by all.

What I can not believe however is just how much has happened between then. It's actually so strange to look at her now, and see the wonderful little girl smiling/babbling/clapping back at you and remember exactly what she was like only 12 months prior.

The funny thing is that she was due on the 1st, so was 10 days late, but despite this she was still so small. I understand that she was normal for a newborn, but as I had never seen a newborn before I didn't know what to expect.

I still remember the very first time I held her, and I hope that no matter what happens I never forget that.

She was still naked, wrapped in a blanket (I had yet to brave putting on a nappy or applying clothing). Her face was covered in flakey skin and she wouldn't stop crying.

So very carefully I took her for a walk around the room, and low and behold, it stopped her crying.

I wanted to talk to her, but I couldn't. My mind was conflicted with 100 different thoughts and feelings. Fear of what was to come, sorrow for the inevitable loss of free time, and happiness and joy for the wonder that had happened.

Perhaps it was just because I'm male and didn't know how to react, but I was so scared that I would hurt her. My wife refers to it as T-Virus handling, like if I was a little too rough/firm she would shatter like glass and release the end of the world.

The next day she came home with her mum, and I remember how that was the start of much to come.

On her first night she vomited up this strange bright green fluid, and I was so scared that she might be ill or something was wrong with her that I called the hospital straight away, only to be told that it was down to her not feeding properly.

I would like to think that in the time that has passed I've learned to worry less. I don't, I just can ignore it now.

Anyway I think I've rambled on for too long now.

So happy birthday Mini Moo, I look forward to looking back in a year's time and seeing how much has changed again.

All my love

- Daddy Moo


  1. Haha, I'm in my 7th week of parenthood and a load of those points hit home. The funny thing is it's amazing how quickly you get past them.

    Remember the moro reflex (or startle reflex as it's sometimes known). Ruari scared me to death by doing that repeatedly through the night the first couple of days, I was shocked that nobody had ever thought to mention that babies do that! Thankfully has now settled down to only very rarely and I don't really notice it much any more as it's just another of those things that babies do which you just get used to.

  2. It will all work out. Just relax. And join us at Geekdad.com. We are here to help!