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League Dads.

Dear Dad,


You are now fathers of one, two or three children for the more adventurous (and those who can never say no)

It is time to talk about the experience! Know-how! Expertise! It is time to assess your skills, assess your progress, step by step. You were "blue" as young dads, here you are specialists. But at the cost of a long learning, a real uphill battle. Let the point on your journey of initiation.

Welcome to League Dads.

Step 1: The Nursery.

pregnancy test, a good starting point

For your first child:

The positive pregnancy test your sweetheart marks the beginning of your learning. It is THE starting point status of your Dad. The Annunciation by the pee.

Two or three drops on the tongue and is revolution. Also, the first time that this test was still positive reasons you like a great gust of Happiness.

Mrs returned home with his little pink box bought at the pharmacy. You have found this camera with curiosity, read the instructions religiously and without effort (then you were not wearing glasses) is that everything must be read, do not forget anything. Consider explanatory diagrams carefully.

stopwatch in hand you have waited the mandatory three minutes, fever, heart pounding. A real ceremony. The test stands on the coffee table, under a handkerchief. Suspense untenable.
These three minutes are the longest of your life.

When the two little blue bars appeared, you cried. You kiss your wife in a great surge of love and tenderness just before awareness of something very strong You'll be Dad. Slap, intense joy, uncontrollable emotion. A real blow! The sudden feeling of overwhelming responsibility you invaded.

You, boy, dirty boy, the teen a bit stupid, yes, you'll have to grow up and assume your responsibilities.
You keep your eyes wet for hours, half drunk with the joy that does not let go. Con as a young dog, you've stirred up the entire family in one minute, beginning with your mother.

For your third child

Clearly, the proposed third child asks you a bunch of philosophical and existential questions. Is that reasonable? What will become of the little free time you have left - are at most 15 minutes-? And first, what do we give him to eat the brats? Seen everything already devoured two big! Should we change the fridge? How will I cope with three lumps at home? Go sink into depression, alcohol, substances?

short. It's too late, you're back at the stage of pregnancy test. Funny how technology has advanced in recent years, no need to wait three minutes, one is sufficient for the result. You casually test out of the box. The record itself remains at the bottom. You tend to Lady with a small smile like "Go ahead, whether we set." The fateful
pee, wait a minute. Suddenly a cry from the toilet (yes, because this time point ceremonial, the result is expected in the toilet ...) And suddenly I said, a cry
" Yes, I'm pregnant! Ah ah ah " It is Madame who rejoices in a quasi-demonic laugh!

Like her, you deploy a kind of nervous laughter. A true even laughter! Bravo, you win! You're like rats! Father of three children in nine months! You're damn man!
You're still really proud, because it still works rather good side plumbing! Of course happy, but lucid. Damn ... three. Oh no! This is pure madness. You can imagine. You'll soon feel your pain.

You just wait for the news. You never know.

dawn You feel in you the strength of the silverback, the male Alpha, standing in his clan. Joy, getting old, dismay.

But no time to think, it is bath time for big brothers, the eldest then homework. Foutu, damn, damn!

Yet tonight you will sleep earlier.

Birth

For your first child

"But, but ... how you have back pain? Belly is that you should suffer!" No? "

In fact you do not know damn thing! He misses three weeks before the term and now a bad back made his sudden appearance. Ms. suffers. She does not know how to put it. But it's certainly not contractions. It's far too early (you think young padawan!)

Your experience in this field is zero or purely television. You spend a day like that at home, watching television, hoping that damn backache loose a little mommy. As you did nothing else but to doze on the couch, you do not necessarily very hungry. And you go to bed without dinner. A strategic mistake, you will pay for 24 hours thereafter.

It is two o'clock in the morning your sweetheart is gone. It's a bit of a panic, she suffers enough thrills. You're 15, ask for some help, advice and direction you finally take off motherhood, full of worries. You drive to the clinic, pushed into the unknown thousands of questions in my head, a deep anxiety for the bride and the baby.

Arriving you described the situation thus: "but the work began, ma'am!"

work "or" black "Madam you passed under the nose. Go pick up his suitcase in the trunk of the car.

You then began a marathon two hours, hungry. This is not the four cookies you ate in speed will save you. Worse, the hamburger dripping swallowed emergency in the car for fear of missing the birth, is stuck a little before your stomach. You'll be sick all the way!

corridors of the clinic are a maze. You carry around a room to another depending on the stage working mom. You miss the turn of the eye during the laying of the epidural, suddenly you plug in the door by the time the infusion asked. But you do not not a tip!

Finally baby arrives, it is beautiful. You cry. You're Dad. This is the happiest day of your life.

For the third

Well it's time. We must go. But first he must file calmly children in grandpa and grandma. Ms. contractions since last night but you're still went to work. You control the situation brilliantly. You arrive at the clinic in point.

Monitoring, beeping nuisance no longer bother you. Anyway you're both relaxed, imperturbable. Above all, you took the time to eat before leaving. A backpack with you, bread, sausage, cakes, chewing gum. This survival kit on the back, nothing can happen.

The clinic has become your second home. You call nurses by their first name, you are joking between contractions. You discuss the end of fat with the anesthesiologist as he bites into the spine of Madame. And when he finished, you type in her hand like a basketball player! No kidding. You are relaxed, certainly, but not at this point.

Finally baby arrives, it is beautiful. You cry. You're dad for the third time. You cry. This is the happiest day of your life. Map "Large Family" of the station is to you!

The first days at the clinic.

For your first child

In the room, the nice nurse asked you on an authoritative tone of any note.

Time bibi, amount ingested, amount dégobillée (oh oh oh!), Poop, etc.. The first child you hold this book as a Benedictine monk. You record all the gram.

must respect the theoretical quantities to the letter, otherwise it's anxiety. On error, you think not being worthy of having a kid, or even own a guinea pig!

No! Baby will not be hungry nor risk death if instead of 20g of milk, it took 15 grams. Come relax.

You wanted to please your woman taking baby at the maternity nursery for her first medical visit. The pediatrician before you undress your toddler without identifying the twenty-five snaps stashed here there on the body, the more sneaky little knots under the pajamas. At the end of the visit you stood there, unable to dress this little thing crimson screams and screams again. At the same time you wipe the sarcasm of the nurse service. But what a bitch it ... You head back to the room disappointed.

For your third child

At the clinic, you will not hold more than a diary of bibis. In the third, you are the master, "the Maaaster. Zen. You are independent, you know to give reasonable quantities of course. Confidence. You stay in the band and everything will be fine. Unless mom breastfeeding ...

The nurse and her advice to two under " night he must wake up to the bibi " can get dressed!

Anyway the rumor is that motherhood in your third. Nobody gives you advice. Sort this out and then you're done!
Small pajamas trapped snaps here and there are no longer an obstacle. You pamper your little one last gesture of a safe and accurate. Undressing and dressing in two minutes flat. The whole whistling. The kid is sick almost. You could teach all these young inexperienced dads the nursery of a squat look stupid.

returned from the clinic, the first day spent at home with baby turns into a nightmare ... more

The homecoming

For your first child:

Let's be honest. For the elder, the great blessed day of his arrival at home, you're organized as a mold. It is one of those bazaars at home since Mom is at the clinic! Gifts everywhere, packets of layers, clothes, socks, dishes! It's the big mess.

Once baby is past the front door you lose all your landmarks, the baby too, he yells for no reason. He does not know where he is and it'll make it tyrannical.

In addition you have lost track of time with the baby vampirizes watch. You even skip meals. This is even more complicated than Madame is a little weird right now, fragile and sensitive.

You're dead. Yet it was properly seated in the clinic. And it is where the nurse giving lessons? This lâcheuse!

A sudden urge to flee forever by the first flight to Rio de Janeiro nagging you. There you change your identity before disappearing. It would be a very bad idea. You can not do that.

You put two months to find a pace about right.

For the third:

With this third baby will have everything ready before the release of Madame motherhood. Housekeeping is (almost), you have a sufficient supply of diapers and milk, you will not lose the foot.

The return home is finely organized. Your normal pace is nearly fulfilled. Here it is the experience, expertise! I'm telling you! You
are even beefier than the two older brothers you do everything from that Mom is back in the clinic. They put you in the end, you the creeps, and that's not counting the tearfulness of the smallest of seniors every night screaming at the death to see his mother. No, you do not strangle him! You are strong. Everything is at the point of arrival at the house of your third child.

Note that you still angry that you want to disappear in America South. But it will pass with time.

The daily, small hassle.

For your first child.

The first few weeks, he cries, but you do not know why. It's scary for dad. It is highly stressful for mom. So you are toast. Anyway you do not understand and Madame had better of listening to his mother, as she sometimes repeats during the baby crying spells.

total misunderstanding, especially when he still whining after bibi, an hour in the morning and that's two hours you are trying to calm him down. You who are usually a dead calm, you're not far from a bolt fart. You find yourself in the middle of the night, sitting on the edge of your bed, head in hands, with a screaming brat next to you. Incomprehensible.

For the third:

For a long time you speak perfectly unaccented baby! You also understand her tears without any difficulty.

You know the difference between a " I'm hungry, I have a stomach ache, I'm shit, I hurt, I sleep, I sleep more quickly, so come around, I want a hug, I feel like bitching, not care me alone, damn ! "

You are definitely bilingual! Suddenly you're relaxed, the kid feels, his mother also passed. Everything is fine. You know how to react to crises in tears . Your efficiency is maximized. Too easy! As the children say.

So we do not run to the phone every two hours to call Grandma ...
"Hello Mom j ' have a problem "No. Now, the third, you're doing as a big boy. Anyway it annoys your wife when you call your mother. Who knows why? Who knows better than Grandma? Honestly?

Now your decisions taken with his insurance and you manage the crisis as a real boss. Yes, the third, you're good.

You will not receive more than wetting your pants brand new when you change her nappy!

For your first child

Oh the lil monster! He expects you to ôtiez his bed to the fire hose and spray your clothes. It's good he's everywhere there arhhhhg! Your shirt is wet. The changing table is flooded. Depresses ..

is a classic beginner's misfortunes young dad. Lack of training and anticipation. Youthful.

The poop. Another sensitive topic. Yes, we must address this issue. You will learn how they are evolving. At the clinic meconium, poop special kind of days. Black and sticky. Disgusting.

But how does one has been able to hide such a thing? No it's too late the baby is yours now. Can not make it.

Later with milk, baby poop makes absolutely astounding, in a range of yellow-green color that will always also wrong with your shirt.

When baby goes to solid food, no need to draw a picture. When you compete ingenuity to make it mom who takes care of the small change. You act in shooting the blank. It's pathetic.

P o your third child.

Regarding accidents pee, theoretically, this does not happen to you more. You not being a partridge of the year! You're doing to protect the field with a square of cotton or the layer itself. You anticipate. This little monster is not you will not!

That said, my third has still managed to piss me the figure, if not in your mouth when I'm down to search under the changing table. Humiliation before the big brothers, died of laughing ...

For the poop, as it's been years that you wipe the buttocks, you will plug as your last shirt stained! Sometimes you change it during meals without grudging. The kids make you smell insensitive. You have the soul of a warrior. Except to pick up the vomit. Should not push too hard either!

Finally!

How does it last? But you're not my friend! know that you're training! There is no end, there are only changes in this job! Hundreds of small things go to test your dad up. There is the school with its attendant microbes, juicy stories, parent-teacher meetings and so on. Later adolescence. But you do not have to shoulder all this little beetle.

the moment you are expert in one field, infancy, toddlers screaming, snotty in the layer, the idiots who think they know everything. This is an introduction to the art of Dad. Technical course, but simple.

Already the biggest give you a headache. They are challenging your authority. But that's another chapter. Another module of your Accreditation of Prior Experience and as a father.

Go. At your lab!