My first day on the job started at around 5:45am. That is when Sara left for work, and I pretended to be awake enough to understand her final instructions on where things stood with Cam. He was nice enough to let me know where he stood about an hour later.

Six weeks in is a small sample size. We are still figuring out bedtime routines, and how much he needs to eat a day. But in the six weeks Sara was home, he seemed to fall into a routine that was at least predictable. This morning, he was nice enough to mix things up for dad’s first day.

I actually thought I was getting Punk’d at first. Like the baby camera was recording me and Sara would jump out of the next room with Ashton Kutcher laughing and high-fiving everyone.

The crying started just before 7am. He lasted less than an hour from when Sara put him back to sleep before she left. Seemed like a setup to me! It got worse. I gave him one of the emergency 2 oz formula bottles in the nursery to calm him down and then took a look at the diaper. Yikes. Cleaned up and having finished the bottle we were on our way to an extended bedtime for both of us, when a familiar sound and smell came from Cam.

In real time time we’re talking less than five minutes from one poopy diaper to the next. And in the excitement, I didn’t burp him enough so he spit up on me. Big time. Right on my bare shoulder, and all over his onesie. New diaper, and now a new outfit. Sweet. We get back to bed for what seemed like 10 minutes, and guess what? Poopy diaper number three! Small potatoes compared to the earlier offerings, but it counts. So much for sleep. All of this in the first hour. Baptism by fire for sure!

Things settled down from there. He ate everything that we had prepared for the day before 3pm and he has fit in a couple of short naps. We even managed to get Quinn outside for a walk around the neighborhood. Sara should be home soon.

Day one in the books and I think I cleared the low bar I set for myself. No poop on the walls, only one text message to Sara that could be described as frantic and I didn’t have to use duct tape for any reason. Yeah, that’s a win.