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So, it has been a long time since I have written anything about being a dad.  In that  time Noah had learnt to walk, continued to not eat much, spoken a couple of words and sentences he seems to have subsequently forgotten and become incredibly clingy to his dad (yes that's me). I can't go to the toilet, let alone work without much crying and griping. Which is strange in itself, I feel enormously good in myself when all Noah wants is his daddy, and then extraordinarily tired when the realisation hits that 'daddy' is the only one that he wants.
As a father this is a pivotal moment, something to be cherished, something to be remembered. This is the moment you are important, you must remember this, seriously, it's a turning point in your baby's development. This is the first time that you trump the boob and if your child is a boy, possibly the last time you come before a boob for years to come.
Yes, for the first time in 14 months I am wanted before mummy and I don't know how to handle it. All of a sudden I cant even go to the bathroom without Noah crying and leaving for work in the morning is heartbreaking.  I can't even go upstairs to wash my hands.  Suddenly Daddy is the nexus of Noah's life.  I must be there 24/7, for I am Dad. The fun bringer. The food giver ( I have resorted to taking the spoon and running across the room with it aimed at his mouth in some ridiculous ritual that still ends up with him having eaten nothing, but at least I get some laughs in the process).
It's strange, people, both with and without children of their own, ask you how you have been, how has life been treating you and so on and so on ad infinitum. And as odd to an outsider it might seem and although perhaps in their eyes we haven't achieved much at all, for Nikala and I, and I can't stress this enough, the last 14 months have been life changing, and I mean that in a good way. For those of you that are parents , you will know what I mean, but for anyone else, well all I can say is, it changes your priorities. Noah is the single most important thing in our lives now, we are 100% focused on providing the best for him. Things that were important before fade into the background, and now our lives are about doing what is best for him. I have written about how hard it is to be woken at all hours of the night, how hard it is when he wont eat, how hard it is when you simply don't know what to do next. But none of that really matters and all you want to do is whatever is the best for him. 
At least that's what I am telling myself as I wind my way home after an all afternoon drinking session with the boss. It's all for you Noah.

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