Four More Weeks And It Starts Again

Four more weeks to go before baby Caleb is born. This is the last stage, the final lap, the calm before the storm.

As a father, I have mixed feelings about the impending arrival of our third child.

First of all I’m excited and happy to meet him. Whenever I try to imagine how he will look like, I always have the picture of baby Daryl in my mind. I suppose they would both look alike, but you never know.

I can’t wait for Rachel and Daryl to meet their new sibling. It’s like that feeling you get when you have an iPhone and an iMac and you can’t wait for them to meet your new iPad and see how they interact with each other.

I can tell Rachel is excited and behaving all motherly, but Daryl is quite oblivious and doesn’t understand even when we try to explain to him.

I’m feeling worried about the delivery process. There is always a risk but I’m not going to think too much about that.

In the past few months I’ve tried to prepare financially for the huge expenses that I will have to fork out next month. First, I sold off some shares to get some cash. It’s no big sacrifice, the company looked promising few years back but nowadays I have no idea what the management is doing, because revenue has been falling steadily in the past few quarters.

I made a profit of around RM3000 compared to the time I bought it in 2009, so I’m happy because it can cover almost half of the expected hospital bill. But RM3000 is not a lot when I take into consideration that I’m losing a  dividend generating asset.

Anyway that’s over. But talking about huge expenses, besides the hospital bills there will be RM3200 for confinement aunty. Then there are the followup checkups. If baby Caleb has jaundice like Rachel and Daryl, he will have to spend a night at hospital (minimum RM700).

A couple of months later, we have to pay another baby sitter fee.

If I’ve not been so stingy and spendthrift when I was younger, we would be living on the streets by now.

So the countdown begins.

Four weeks before it all begins again.

The 2 hour sleep shifts. Milk. Vomit. Pumps. Diapers. Crying.

Help!

4 thoughts on “Four More Weeks And It Starts Again”

  1. >I can?EUR(TM)t wait for Rachel and Daryl to meet their new sibling. It?EUR(TM)s like that feeling you get when you have an iPhone and an iMac and you can?EUR(TM)t wait for them to meet your new iPad and see how they interact with each other.

    spoken like a true geek 😀

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