As Erroll tends to our four month old, it dawns on him that his leisure time is now a distant concept relegated to the annals of history. Kingsley’s father is completely and utterly shocked at how difficult it is looking after a bebe, and how draining it becomes when its one on one: he and his infant. For hours on end. And no help from anyone.
You see Erroll is a nurturing father, who tends to our baby those working days per week when he is not flying and I am in the office. This may amount to three days in the week and in those days my boys are like glue: Erroll wears Kingsley and they walk and talk and explore and come visit me in the office where I breastfeed.
Those two half hours dedicated to feeding the baby at work, when he hands over the child to me, Erroll can be then found slumped in a comfy chair at Costa Coffee, unclipped from the baby carrier, wearily drinking his cappuccino, doggedly tired and wondering what on earth single mothers do to keep it together.
People ask Erroll, ‘what do you do all day?’ The answer is that he is paying attention constantly, which is exhausting. Its leaving him fried, truth be told, but its a privilege that Erroll knows will soon enough vanish as our child grows out of carriers and learns to walk alone.
So for now this hands-on dad is loving and dedicated and even tempered and frazzled and has temporarily said good bye to the hobbies of his adulthood. But all in a good cause, wouldn’t you say?