We made it, we saw the light of the morning…
The first night with just Zeek and myself wasn’t too terrible. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t easy as Zeek is not a good sleeper. We had a good run until 00:50 and after that, it was pretty hard as he woke up maybe a dozen times between then and 08:00. The worst one was at 00:50 where he seemed to have woken from a nightmare and couldn’t stop crying for 30 or 40 min … the next times, were just waking up and a 5-10 min calming him down and back to sleep.
So, we survived even though it was tough, it wasn’t impossible.
The boyz night in
Today is the first night that I will spend with Zeek by myself as Danielle is in Sydney for a birthday of a good friend of ours. In light of my post about how fatherhood is hard, I wanted to reflect a little bit before the night passes.
I have to admit, I am afraid that I won’t be able to deal with Zeek in the middle of the night when he wakes up and always gets the cuddles from mom. I was terrified about just being with him and not being good enough however so far it’s been great! We played together for a couple of hours, I fed him, bathed him, cuddled him to sleep. Everything went without a single problem, he is not in any particularly stressed up mood nor he seems to mind that Danielle is not around (which is a bit worrying for her, I guess 
).
This is telling me, at least at the beginning of the night, that I worry too much and I should just do what I do, i.e. give Zeek all my love and everything will be fine. And maybe, after all, fatherhood is not hard if you have love to give…