I often have conversations that start off sounding perfectly normal to me but then people look at me like I’m crazy.
The other day we had our work twice a year get together. Since I’m a consultant, I rarely see the people from the company that I actually work for. I haven’t seen anybody since Giggles was born.
The following conversation occurred with two separate people during the party and several other times over the last few weeks:
Not Me: How is BAGM sleeping?
Me: Great. She doesn’t even bother changing her breathing pattern when I get out of bed to feed Giggles in the middle of the night.
Not Me: You’re feeding…what?
Me: Yeah, I feed the baby when she wakes up in the middle of the night. BAGM ends up chasing the kids around all day and needs more rest than I do. Plus, it gives me some one on one time with Giggles.
Not Me: Wow.
Funny. If BAGM was the one feeding Giggles all night, nobody would even blink. But when I do it, people are shocked even though I’m sure there are plenty of other dads out there doing the exact same thing. I guess that’s why it is still all too common to walk into the men’s room and not find a changing table.
For the record, I also do a fair amount of laundry and dishes and BAGM has been known to hang pictures on the wall all by herself. We are such a modern couple.
The good news is that Giggles is waking up for the night feeding between 4:30 and 5am instead of 2:30am so we are getting closer to a real full night sleep. Also, BAGM has put the baby on notice. January 8th.