My fatherhood experience has been a sweet one, well, discounting the broken sleeps and sleepless nights that is. My daughter, Morifeoluwa, would have been six months on the 29th of February, problem is it isn't a leap year so no 29th. Anyway, no celebrations for half year so we wait for the first birthday. By the way, with babies you count and celebrate every day, then week, then month before the first birthday.
I love 'Mo, I love to play with her, eat with her and laugh with her during the day. The thing with babies is that they want to eat, play and cry as they want, am or pm, any hour. The challenge is I need to sleep to be productive at work, I need to sleep and not wake up for 6-8 hours at night. Since 'Mo came into the picture, I have struggled.
My nights are now a fit of starts and stops, sleep and wake...more like a 2nd hand 'keke napep' headed to Abuja from Lagos. The sudden screams jerk me from sleep, my wife simply turns and looks at me with an expression that spells 'go get her' in capital letters.
Do I miss my pre-fatherhood days, NO, those were boring. Truth is I rather miss my pre-fatherhood nights. I, however, find consolation in Morifeoluwa's smile, her laughter and the way she 'vibrates' when she sees me come in through the door in the evenings after work. I find satisfaction in the fact that I have in my family Mummy Mo' and Baby 'Mo.
#faithinlove
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