How Burping and Farting Make me happy

So for some of you these moments may send a shiver down your spine or just down right freak you out but not the daddy version of me and its all thanks to little old Daisy-Ella. Pre dating the birth of my daughter I had gone a little bit mad with preemptively arranging a few items for myself to combat such events, like eruptions of an endless nature from the daughters posterior to the torrid of smells rippling from her vicinity.

I had lingered onto horror stories from the far reaches of the internet and tales of woe from friends and family alike. Its true, before the birth I had a fitted mask made for me from Sweden, surgical gloves to a heart surgery quality and cleanliness as if I had OCD and OH how times have changed.

I sit their now awaiting smells from Daisy-Ella as if a right of passage to the next level of fullness. I wait to give daughter her well earned burp session. Tap, tap, tap, rub, rub, rub I go trying to force the wind out of anywhere it deems is safe haven, but I wait, I feel it stirring but its nowhere to be seen.

*BURP* straight into my face but I smile and congratulate her on a job well done. This always leads onto a grin on my daughters face as if shes saying “why thank you, did you like the present”.

How has this even happened? a man so torn by even the smallest of items misplaced in my home to a man who walks round with not even a notice of puke, poop or any form of theoretically available projectile over him. I’ll tell you what happened…. Fatherhood. A one stop journey to just ‘making sure shes happy’.

I’m a dad who enjoys stepping up to the plate when I hear those straining whimpers from afar of Daisy-Ella pushing with all her might ending with an all mighty rippling grunt and plop. I pick her up, lay her down on her changing mat and almost without thought ask her “so m’lday what shall it be today? prada or givenchy” whilst waving a generic nappy her way.

I see her smile at the thought that she get to grab the nappy and take a nibble on it before I clean her up snatch it back and put her in it.

Oh how times have changed. Even from the first weeks.

From the title you may be asking why are these proud moments! well my fellow fathers, I enjoy hearing these noises in the same way  someone would cheer at hearing the end of a tyrannical reign or the cheers of hearing England won the world cup (I can dream).

I know that the old proverb rings true ‘it’s better out than in’. No more unneeded discomfort for my daughter with a touch of my daughters body works just fine just makes me proud.

And to top it all off… I watch as Daisy-Ella smiles as my face grimaces as the smell hits me. That my friends is all I want. A daughter, A daughter.

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