Dad and Daughter Time

Leading up to Nikki getting pregnant I always wanted a boy. Someone to carry on the family name. Something happened after Nikki gave me the news that she was pregnant. A light went off, really. From there on out all I wanted was a healthy baby. My second thought was…”definitely a girl”.

Nikki is out of town this week for work leaving me as Mr. Mom. Nora and I have gone on a run, played with every toy in the house, crawled all over and I watch her pull herself up on everything and try to walk (scary). Every night around 7:30 we wind down with a story or two and some food before I put her to bed (successfully, knock on wood).

Backtracking a little…Nora and I were able to spend 45 minutes immediately after she was born alone in the hospital room. 45 minutes felt like an entire day and I will remember every minute. I am a terrible singer, really not such a good voice. Give me a few adult pops and a couple of my closest friends and WE WILL take down a Karaoke bar, but I’m pretty bad. During my 45 minutes with Nora I felt the urge to sing to her (Hey Jude, in fact). It probably calmed me down more than it did her but it was comforting nonetheless.

Back to realtime. I tend to put Nora down by cradling her and singing to her after she eats. This is one of the best parts of any day. I don’t like when Nikki leaves but being able to look down and see my 8 month old daughter look back to me and need me is a father’s dream come true.

Love you Nora…come home soon Nikki!

Cheers,

Ben