Recovery of Faculties
Oh dear. Over a month since my last post, and my development blog which I had such plans for hasn't really gotten off the ground either. (Though I do have a post or two in draft for that one.) Of course, being a relatively new dad means that time is at a premium, but also to blame is that my development build of Poster has acquired a nasty crashing bug that I must get around to killing. As a result, I don't really trust it since it lost a rather large post the other week. It's not good when you don't want to use your own software because of defects in it. Once that issue is beaten I should be able to get another release out, which would be nice, even though nobody actually uses it.
I did find time to pick up a guitar for the first time in many months. R was at choir, and I was able to get A off to sleep by about 9.15, so had a wee bit of free time. I've never been a very good guitar player, but my skills have atrophied shockingly, and even a fairly simple song sounded dreadful as my wayward fingers struggled to find their places. An hour and a half later and my fingertips, having lost the protective calluses that all guitar players develop, were in agony, but I felt the practice had been worthwhile and I'm encouraged enough to try and play a bit more often when I can.
A is doing grand, and growing so fast you can actually see it if you stare at him long enough. Every day his personality develops a little bit more, and he's turning into a really delightful wee fella. I never thought of myself as being particularly paternal, but, sleepless nights, nasty nappies and lack of free time aside, we're really enjoying being parents, especially now that those difficult first couple of months are over and he is aware of us and can interact somewhat. In addition to this, he's mostly sleeping through the night now (though usually waking up earlier than we'd chose to), and we're getting into something of a routine.
For that period immediately after the birth of a child you feel rather like someone who is recovering from a nasty head injury. You are effectively housebound, dizzy, forgetful and prone to falling asleep in the middle of conversations. It feels like you will never lead any kind of "normal" life again. Thankfully this feeling eventually fades, and though you might experience permanent changes in personality, a full recovery is, indeed, possible, as your brain re-wires itself to cope with its new circumstances.
I could still be doing with a bit more kip, though. For Christmas this year I would like either more hours in the day, or a large "never have to work again" lottery win, please. Thanks.
