Time’s a funny thing

So .. I know this blog isn’t as widely read as I would like (still working on that) but I know the last post I published was read by quite a few peeps from a certain audience – close friends etc, mainly because it was about my new daughter.

So this is 6 months on from the birth of my daughter and I’ve come to another realisation. This is going to really change science and physics as we know it so strap in.

I reckon that, based on my experience of the last 6 months, that time passes differently when you’ve got a small child.

Revolutionary I know.

For example, tasks that you think wouldn’t take very long seem to take ages and activities or noises, games etc that you feel you’ve been doing/playing for an hour have only lasted 3 minutes. Furthermore time passes differently even when you aren’t doing these things – I’m woken up by my daughter (over Christmas, so not at work), change of nappy, breakfast, get her dressed, play with her toys .. I suddenly realise its nearly time for her mid-morning nap and I’m not even dressed, then she falls asleep, wakes up, its time for her lunch and ours and then by the time the washing up is done and she’s played a bit, then its time for another nap, then she wakes and its tea time, and its bath and then bed and all of a sudden, its half 7!

20131229_111508

Now for those readers without children I’m sure this won’t mean anything and for those      experienced parents they may be saying to themselves, “well yes, that’s what happens”, but for me, especially over Christmas,  this revelation about the passage of time was news to me (suppose it would be considering the definition of revelation ..)

But another thought struck me at the same time as this one about time. What I also realised is that, even though it takes ages to do bottles, prep and wash and sterilise and ages doing nappies and stuffing them and sorting out clothes and tidying away toys and cleaning up etc etc etc, absolutely none of that matters to me – at all. The passage of time in this way does not bother me at all – because it is time for and with my daughter and even though I get tired playing peekaboo for what feels like 4 hours and actually has only been 4 minutes, none of that matters.

 

None of that matters to me in anyway because I’m lucky enough to be spending time with my daughter and so even though all the things feel like they take ages – I really don’t care one bit.

A new post for a new phase

So I haven’t posted anything online on here for a while (in fact since March last year). One of the reasons for that was time, everyday life (and I got married too!) and work commitments, but also finding things to write about.

I had a period when I was unsure what I could or should write about because of work and how some things might look to outside audiences. It was also pointed out to me that posting  online either on a blog or on Twitter can provide content which could damage oneself professionally at some point in the future. Now I’m happy to stand by everything I write or say and argue with rational people but sometimes even that means I think twice about posting.

So, what to blog about?

I hope that from time to time I will still post about things that exercise me – mainly politics-related or current affairs, although I do post on Twitter alot so I’m covered a bit (as much as I can be in 140 characters). But right now I would like to write a little about a new phase of my life – as of 25 June this year, I am a dad.

image

My daughter (about 1hr old)

So this is my daughter. She arrived early and a bit ‘not according to plan’, but she is healthy and beautiful (although admittedly I’m biased).

Some of the details of Lily’s arrival are personal but sufficed to say she was delivered by emergency Caesarean section instead of how we thought she would be. And that was a scary experience for me, for any new dad I would have thought. One minute you are talking to the mother of your soon-to-be baby and a few seconds later there are alarms and someone is telling you to get changed into a pair of scrubs.

But she arrived and even though it is over done, I’ll say it here – I was smitten. Instantly. The only simple way to say it, is that the second I held this pink, noisy, slightly messy bundle in my arms I knew that I (turn away here if you want to avoid the soppiness) was in love and there was nothing that I wouldn’t do for her for the rest of my life. Nothing would be too small or trivial. And even though she was pretty out of it from the various drugs she was on at the time, I felt closer and more connected to my wife than ever before.

I could easily go on and on about the huge rollercoaster that the last four weeks have been (two separate emergency trips to hospital, both resulting in 5 day stays – but I might touch on that at some other point), but I am rapidly learning that sleep is now a high value commodity so I will pause for now.

Hopefully when time permits I’ll write more here about my new daughter and this brand new adventure I and the missus have got ourselves into.

And maybe touch on some politics every now and again.