Wow. That happened fast. Cam is six weeks old today. That is the good news. The bad news is Sara goes back to work tomorrow. In the world of surgical fellowships, six weeks was the best we could hope for. So for the next ten weeks or so its just me and Cam for about twelve hours a day.

Am I ready? Hmm. This reminds me a little bit of a college exam. Where I didn’t pay attention for a good part of the semester, and then crammed for the exam. It worked out OK most of the time. But there were those horrifying moments when you get to an exam and realize you studied the wrong chapters and you know from the first question that you are completely screwed. My worry going into tomorrow is that I studied the wrong chapters. Or, more likely, this test will include chapters that were never covered in class.  I can throw a bottle in his mouth and change a diaper. But beyond that? It’s touch and go!

I am optimistic however. My optimism mostly stems from the fact that in the past six weeks I have discovered that Cam and I have a few things in common already. I hope that this common ground will make us a good team in the weeks, months and years ahead. Here are a few examples of what I am talking about.

Hiccups: My little guy must get the hiccups three times a day.Why? Same reason his old man does. We eat WAY too fast. So I can feel his pain as he tries to figure out a solution. I’ll be 36 later this month, and I still must waste half an hour a week trying to get rid of my hiccups!

Drinking too much=Spit/Throw-up: In fairness I have gotten better in this regard. While I could claim a new level of maturity now that I’m a father and blah blah blah…..the reality is I just moved to a state where I know like four people, so my social life has slowed a bit recently. With a wedding and a quick Vegas trip on the horizon, things could always change!

Hunger makes us fussy: And who can blame us? Cam eats like a moose. I should have bought Similac stock a long time ago! When he’s hungry, he isn’t shy about letting us know. I will also loudly communicate my desire to eat when hungry. What separates us at this point is that I don’t furiously kick my legs to nail home my point. Not anymore anyway!

One more thing I know we will soon have in common? We can’t wait for mommy to come home from work every night! Wish me luck and thanks for reading!