Flatulence and the fire hose

After learning to be a dad for the last 26 days it's about time I talked about my experiences thus far. I'll begin with flatulence as Carla is definitely going to be a future champion. What surprises me most is there frequency. When we pick her up, rock her cradle or Wannida breast feeds, Carla farts and she just loves to create bubbles in the bath. Not even I have that much gas so the mind boggles.
Then there is breast feeding which I have no recollection of from childhood although Mum did tell me I was on the bags for between two and three months before graduating to the bottle. I watched with amazement as Wannida's bags increased in size immediately after she gave birth. So much so that supply has by far exceeded demand and poor little Carla looks like she is sucking on the end of a fire hose there is that much pressure built up. One of my jobs is mopping up after Wannida has hosed the apartment down. No joke!

Fun and games

A rare moment of peace and quiet between feeding captured by Wannida. I reckon I'm adapting quite well...

Carla continues to be a bit of a night owl so I sleep when I can (mostly during the day). Wannida hasn't been so lucky as Pik Thai is relentless. I'm helping as much as I can, however, the on the job training is really taking it out of me and sometimes I feel just like a passenger. Hopefully I get a handle of this soon before we both burn out. Thank God we don't have twins.