In no particular order:
- 2.5 hours of sleep is starting to feel like it’s enough
- I now know exactly how far to put the bottle’s nipple into Will’s mouth to facilitate optimum feeding
- The terror of picking him up has subsided
- My hands constantly smell like wet wipes
- I know the difference between “something’s wrong and I’m uncomfortable” crying and “come here and pick me up you heartless bastard” crying
This being a dad thing is going to work out just fine.