I remember when we were out of our minds with exhaustion and I was desperately trying to get Lauca off to sleep and all of a sudden, just outside the bedroom door, I hear him… having a reeeeeeeeeeeeally loud telephone conversation. He’s pacing about back and forth in front of the bedroom door laughing and talking, talking and laughing, and I’m thinking – what the fuck is wrong with you?
Finally Lauca stops trying to fall asleep and lets out an angry cry and I feel free to yell so I open the bedroom door -
- Are you fucking crazy?
- Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot.
This, this I don’t understand. How do you forget we have a baby? How does it escape your mind for one second that we have a baby who won’t sleep and who is not letting us sleep? How do you forget that I am trapped in this bedroom, staring at four walls, going out of mind, trying to get the baby who won’t sleep to sleep? Every cell of my body is aware that we now have a baby. Every part of me is switched on to ‘baby mode’.
You, you are the father of the baby. Why is this experience so different for you?