February 7, 2016

Plunging into fatherhood...times two

By Eric Young
Managing Editor | editor@ogemawherald.com
Posted 1/13/12

Since almost the day we got married three years ago, my wife, Kay, and I have been asked approximately 2,482,042,403 times, “So, when are you going to have a baby?”

I’ve never really enjoyed being asked that question, because to me it seems kind of personal. And it’s funny how quickly rumors began floating around our social circles that we were having trouble. That was news to us, as it’s hard to have trouble doing something you’re not trying to do.

It’s a real shock when you get married because, as a guy, from the time you are old enough to date, everyone is constantly telling you not to get a girl pregnant. Yet after you’ve been married for a month suddenly everyone wonders why you haven’t.

Truth be told, I wasn’t ready for kids, though Kay certainly was.

But as I turned 30 this year, and some of my friends and family members started having kids, I started to realize that maybe it was time to take that step myself. I mean, everyone seems to be really happy with their babies, so why not, right?

So after three years of trying to talk me into it, around Thanksgiving, we found out that we were going to be parents.

Despite the fact that I was sort of comfortable with the whole idea of kids, the realization that we are actually going to have a little mini-human in our midst was still pretty overwhelming. It’s taken the past few months just for my mind to wrap around the fact that everything is going to change, from here forward. Suddenly this huge weight of responsibility was resting squarely on my shoulders.

It was a pretty big step for me a couple of years ago when we got our dog. And even that has caused quite a few headaches along the way — trying to find someone to watch her when we go away, trying to keep her from chewing the coffee table, trying to get her to stop barking at the mail lady for the 387th time, despite the fact that she walks by our front window at the exact same time every single day, six days a week.

But a dog is a lot easier than a human. For example, you can lock a dog in a crate if they are bad. You can’t do that with children, at least not legally.

So over the past few months and through several doctor’s appointments with Kay, the realization has settled in that we’re going to be parents, and that we’re going to have a lot bigger responsibility.

The thing that has helped coax me along is the fact that it’s just one baby, and there are two of us. Between Kay and me, I’m sure we can handle it. The baby would be outnumbered, after all.

That’s what made me fully comfortable with the entire situation. That is, until our doctors appointment last Wednesday, when suddenly there were two heartbeats, and two little baby blobs on the ultrasound screen.

And suddenly I felt like I was in a Chase credit card commercial (you’ve all seen it, right?) when the doctor says the word T.W.I.N.S. in super slow motion. All of a sudden we don’t need one car seat; we need two car seats. Suddenly that little bit of sleep that I saw myself potentially getting in nine months seemed so much less plausible. That thought of maybe not having to change a lot of diapers was replaced with the realization that we’re both going to be changing diapers until we’re blue in the face.

Holy cow, things have definitely changed.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely excited that we’re going to be parents, and I’m ecstatic that we’re having twins.

I just don’t have time to think about it that much right now. I’m too busy stocking up on diapers.


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