The arrival of Grumpy, Jr.

**Editor’s note: The following post is neither grumpy nor cynical. Not to worry, though - I will soon find a subject to follow-up with that is both witty and annoying.**

A few posts back, I mentioned that I would try to keep up with regular submissions to the blog. I have to apologize for the three weeks or so that it has been since I last posted. But, I think it had a fairly good excuse. About a week and a half ago, we welcomed in our second child, McClain August, or “Gus” for short. The pregnancy, delivery, and his first few days went off without a hitch. Both mom and baby are healthy and doing fantastic.

People have asked me what it feels like to be a father again. First off, I don’t think I ever stopped being a father. Secondly, it baffles me how the arrival of a child can fill you with joy, fear, love, on top of the extreme exhaustion1, all at the same time. I have to give all the credit to my wife – she was a true champion. If men had to carry and deliver babies, we would be asking for an epidural as soon as we found out we were pregnant. As for the delivery, I have to say I did an incredible job…looking completely terrified throughout the whole experience.

Looking back at the events, it is completely unfair that the doctor (or midwife) gets credit for “delivering” the baby. They didn’t deliver anything, they simply received the baby. In baseball, the catcher is an important position, but it is the pitcher that is credited with winning or losing the game2. Praise also has to be given to the nurses. They are the ones that have to do the dirty work and help coach the mother through labor (because the mother’s coach is usually incompetent, as was yours truly).

One of the biggest complaints that new parents have is the insomnia. Newborns are supposed to eat every two hours, yet it is said to be “important” that the parents get enough rest. On top of that, almost to rub it in the parent’s face, the infant usually spends most of the daytime hours asleep. This leads to a grumpy child3 , and in turn, parents that look like they emerged from weeks at “an undisclosed interrogation facility.”

Children drain you of energy, money, sleep, and worry, but they are worth every bit of it. Whether they be two or 20, a parent never ceases in their concern for a child. We may complain at the lack of sleep, whether or not they eat enough, or any future trouble they encounter. But ask any parent, and they will tell you they wouldn’t trade it in for anything.

It’s the best job in the world.

- Grumpy out.



1. After all, it is difficult waking up my wife to tell her the baby’s crying again.

2. “Honey, next time try to get the kid somewhere near the strike zone.”

3. Takes after his ‘Old Man’. welcomes thoughtful comments and the varied opinions of our readers. We are in no way obligated to post or allow comments that our moderators deem inappropriate. We reserve the right to delete comments we perceive as profane, vulgar, threatening, offensive, racially-biased, homophobic, slanderous, hateful or just plain rude. Commenters may not attack or insult other commenters, readers or writers. Commenters who persist in posting inappropriate comments will be banned from commenting on