My daughter was born over the weekend. I am ecstatic and have not felt so much love in my life. She is three days old today. Her temperament is surprisingly mellow. I was expecting a lot of crying, poop everywhere, spit up... you know, the works. What I have is pretty much the opposite. There has only been two spit ups and her poops are quite modest. As cliché as it is, she is my little bundle of joy. I take it that not everyone feels the same as I do.
I find it absurd how people can be extremely selfish and be completely oblivious to their behavior for years at a time. When a new child comes into someone's life, that person's life is changed forever. It should be joyous moment. For my dad I guess it isn't. Not only was he unhappy in the hospital during the delivery of his grandchild, but to this day he doesn't understand why I do not wait up until 10 or 11 o'clock for him to get home and stay tending to my daughter's needs in the morning, or sleeping because she had me up all that night. He does not inquire about her nor does he take any initiative when it comes to conversation that doesn't concern his ego. He only asks me if I am mad at him (which I will be if continues to act as he does). Things are quite strange.
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