
Originally Posted by
JRainey
Got 3: 5(g) - 4(g) - 9mo(b)
Oh boy the first one freaked me the fuck out. I really struggled to come to grips with things over the first year. I was always there and playing, but it forced me to be less of a lazy POS and it worked. Just forced me to be better. Wish I had kids earlier for that reason.
2nd one was only 21mo behind so that was a little quick, but I never got out of practice. Me and #1 were super fucking tight by that point, because my wife was useless the last month of her pregnancy. But gelled with the 2nd one quick. #1 was a cat, #2 was a dog, if you know what I mean.
3rd has down syndrome, which we didn't know till half a day after he was born. He had a congenital heart issue which was misdiagnosed as something much more urgent so he spent the first week in Intensive Care even though he didn't need to. Two weeks in the hospital, open heart surgery at 3 months, 3 more weeks in the hospital. I would say a total nightmare but he's doing great now so I wouldn't say I got PTSD, but it was tough for a while.
It was funny how the looming surgery turned out to be such a positive thing. Having a child diagnosed with down syndrome can make you think there's a mistake or something bad happened to "me". I was so scared he was going to die or be harmed by the surgery that I just took every second I could to focus on him. Get him smiling, get him talking, repeat. I have good kid play endurance, but it was a whole other level. I couldn't be distracted. I gave #1 10 kisses a day, #2 100 kisses a day, #3 got 10,000. And the threat of mortal danger made me pick a side of the fence. Did something bad happen to me, or did I just get a sweet baby? And it was clear that something good had happened. I love him the same as his sisters.
I think most parents with a child with a disability take a while to come to grips with it. The surgery deadline pressure cooked that whole thing for me. Being at a children's hospital for a few weeks also puts things in perspective.
Back to the nuts and bolts of this whole parenting thing:
I'm USA, wife is Germany. We live in Austria. I've got a decent view from both sides. My wife made most of these calls.
Sleeping: Babies nursed in bed with my wife. They still haven't left. I loved it from the start, although I did move out of the bed with #1 for a couple months on my choosing (light sleeping hadn't been beaten out of me). I didn't do shit at night unless somebody was sick. I was up early, then took the baby, wife could sleep in. I've always slept good, unless I choose not too. The girls will move into their own beds this Spring because they want to. I basically had my own bed as they all crowd up with mom. Can't complain.
Baby nursing next to mom is a dad's best friend. Just be ready to let mom sleep in. I understand this is a contentious issue in the US, no one in my family supported it, but when no babies suffocated they STFU about it.
Feeding: 100% breastfed, even #3 which given the surgery and down syndrome is rare and basically, no one in the medical establishment thought it was a remote possibility. My wife fought hard for this one, and it wouldn't have been possible if she didn't have the experience from before. The girls stopped around 2. We know people that have gone longer. Less of a big deal here, but not so common either.
Work: Wife went on her 1 year mother break, then extended and then had another baby, then never went back, then had another. We have our european wellfare babies. I'm sole income, which is ironic, I'm a college dropout (go Utes) and she's got a masters. I always worked from home and #1 forced me to stop being lazy there too, slowly, I was making enough to support a family.
Sports: Round 1 was hard. I had a bit of crisis and decided I should do freeride competitions. I didn't ski much at all that season so I was super out of shape and wasted all my time traveling, and sucking, but whatever. After I had a nervous breakdown (work, kid, tired), then I started going on long walks with #1. 2,3,4,5 hours I built it up. The longer I could keep her away from mom. I just carried her in my arms, or she slept in the carrier. When she was 1 we move to a little ski town and I got hiking with her daily. Lots of vert. I got a few ski days in when #2 came on Dec 31, then I was a little screwed. I could get out when both of them were sleeping for like 2 hours door to door. Then not at all sometimes. Then I started hiking with both. 3mo in the carrier and almost 2yo in my arms, switching sides. I would just look up at epic spines, cry inside, then plow up the hills out of desperation. I got fucking jacked. We'd go 6 days a week.
This really saved me and got me through those "I don't want to play with the kids" times because I was kinda doing what I wanted, but I was doing my part and my wife had free time. I almost forget how psycho I would be sometimes. I had to cut the girls off and let them walk on there own, so the hiking mellowed, but I was allowed more solo free time. A couple of hours a day. Running, skateboarding, skiing. Doing something is key, then I can sit down and play barbies for 3 hours.
Luckily #3 was stable by the time this winter started, but now my wife's saying it's her turn to go today! I drop my daughter off at kindergarten, then can ski for 1.5 hours, then do some work, then give my wife a few hours to ski or do whatever and I finish up work in the evening. She recreates less than me, gives more than me, and so I'm very thankful for that. I'm skiing as good as I was when I was 23 (35 now).
I would say I'm more around my kids than your average full-time working dad, because I work from home and have a super flexible schedule. The more time I spend with the kids, the more I like them, the less I spend, the more their BS gets to me. If you can't sit for 2 hours and play with your kids (when you have time) then you've gotta ask yourself, "why?" Everybody has a different answer, but that answer is important to your relationship with your kids. They're skiing and I'll train them how to do mountain stuff, but I want to spend time with them outside of that stuff as well.
When you split them up they are easy, the girls together skiing is fun as hell now. And just having the baby is super fucking easy at this point. What initially makes that stuff hard is paying attention. You just wanna be somewhere else so it's tough, simple as that. Babies cry, bounce them. Can you bounce them for 20 minutes? Yes, you can.
If I pay attention I realize that it's more fun and rewarding than anything. Just this morning I had to give up a powder day as I had the girls, so I skied with them and had a blast. I could have even left them with Granny who's visited, but I just manned up and played with my kids.
Even while not skiing, If I don't pretend I need to be doing other things we have tons of fun.
It's hard being a dad, but now I'm way less nervous or less often wishing I was somewhere else. A big part of that is doing something I find satisfying personally and doing a little of that. We're all humans and need to have our fun. No one gives a flying fuck about my kickflip, but a good one will get me through the day.
As far as #3, he's doing great and we don't do anything different with him, so I'm sure he'll be out there skiing soon enough. He might be around forever, or he might find his wings, things are a lot different in the information age so we're not gonna limit him. Maybe empty nests are overrated!
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