Welcome to my rookie season.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

posted by Romy (@daddontlie)

Dad Don't Lie

Now this is a story all about how, my life got flipped, turned upside down...


Welcome to my rookie season as a dad.

This blog is entitled 'Dad Don't Lie' as this is my honest account of the start of my journey through fatherhood.  It derives from the popular basketball phrase 'Ball Don't Lie' that originated from former NBA player, Rasheed Wallace.  Now, for you non-basketball fans, here's a little breakdown on the phrase.


Via Urban Dictionary:
  "Ball don't lie" is said when a player misses one, two or all three of his free throws after a questionable (read as: bullsh*t) foul call is made by an official. The ball is, essentially, the unbiased judge who will not reward the player by going in if the apparent foul was indeed bullsh*t.
So my blog is just that.  I can give you all the joys that have happened on this adventure but I'm the "ball" and I will give you an unbiased and honest account of both the positives and negatives of being a first-time dad...and not just feed you the BS.

I'm about eight months into it.  My son, Kyrie, was born one day before my wedding anniversary.  The pregnancy overall was healthy, with very little complication....well, except for those cranky moments that most pregnant women have.  My wife, Naomi, had a bit of a difficult labour...about 48 hours of it.  But she ran the marathon and delivered our baby boy at 8:50 pm that Sunday night.

The first three-four months were ROUGH.  Kyrie was what you would call, a colicky baby, that didn't sleep easily.  There were countless days where we operated on very, very little sleep and we spent many nights taking shifts holding him in the rocking chair in our arms.  Needless to say, it was our rude awakening into parenthood.

The good thing was that it only lasted those four months and it gave us a deep appreciation of the moments we have now, with Kyrie smiling constantly, especially when he sees his dad and mom.  It also gave me a deep appreciation for sleep.  And how much I missed a good night's sleep.

Flash forward four months later and here we are.

We've got Kyrie who is eight months young.  He babbles, claps his hands, makes fart noises with his mouth and rolls all over the floor with the best of them.  He's becoming more mobile each day as he works on the craft of crawling. It's becoming more evident each day that we are entering a new stage of Kyrie's development, where he'll be crawling and walking and grabbing (and eating) everything he can get his hands on.

Parenting hasn't been easy and this is with a baby who is barely mobile.  He's been growing so fast that it's almost too hard to keep up with all the changes. And when he starts walking/running, it'll really be hard to keep up!

Like I said, I'm a rookie.  I've got a lot of learning to do.


Romy is a dad, husband and blogger based out of Halifax.  He also writes about hoops too at HipHoopJunkies.com, follow him on Twitter @DadDontLie.