Just You Wait Until Your Father Rubs My Belly
Thursday, January 28th, 2010The other night in childbirth preparation class, between watching explicit videos of birth and practicing breathing, my offspring got the hiccups. It was bothering him as well as My Baby. He’d move violently with each hiccup and thrash around after each one; My Baby attributed the secondary thrashing to him being upset by the hiccup.
But never fear, Daddy’s here. I applied some pressure to My Baby’s abdomen with my hand and rubbed firmly and slowly. From the minute I started rubbing his hiccups stopped and they didn’t come back.
My accelerated path to World’s Greatest Dad continues. I’ve got this s**t down. Bring on the teenage years.