It’s not very often that I am compelled to rewrite an introduction to a dads diary, however after seeing some of the discussion on social media today about the suggestion that the Baby Bonus should not be paid to babies born sleeping after 20 weeks, because they thought the financial cost of losing a child were not as great as raising a child. I thought it was timely to raise further attention to the ongoing struggle of coping with the loss of a child. Believe me no amount of money can ever cover the cost of losing a child during a pregnancy.
Kid C is growing up way too fast and the latest fun filled activity is the very random tantrum. Like the greats of sport McEnroe, Williams and Jacko the vocalisation of disapproval with the umpire is not pleasant. Oh and before you ask think of the high pitched squeal of a Justin Beiber concert mixed in with the sound your fingernail makes down a blackboard.
Apart from the ridiculous time I have to get up and go on a Saturday morning, I really value the 1.5 hours we (dad and Kid C) get to spend together when we go swimming.
Watching the Melbourne Cup this afternoon made me think how much your life changes when you have a foal, um I mean baby. For one you no longer have the flexibility to just whack on a suit, jump on a train and head to the track, instead you have to plan out your day well in advance. Getting a babysitter on Cup day is tough, almost as tough as working out how to read the form guide, but then to know you have to front up to work the next day (not feeling the best), whilst your stable mate tends to your child (not feeling the best) is a difficult proposition.