You know what though? I don't care.
Oh my days, it's finally happened. I have a baby. I have a son. I am a dad. *does dance of ecstatic joy*
This post isn't going to be a birth story or anything as deep and meaningful as that. I may do one some time, I may not, I'll see how I feel.
Right now, I'm sat at home on my own, for the second night, while my baby boy and my amazing wife remain at the hospital. Hopefully they're doing well. Maybe they're not. I have no way of knowing. But this post also isn't about not being able to stay at the hospital.
This post is to say that I feel a new understanding, respect and connection to all those other dads out there. And all the mums too. I thought I got it before our baby was born. But I was wrong. I didn't get it when I was a broody young man. I didn't get it when my wife was pregnant. I didn't get it during my wife's labour.
I got it when that tiny little fragile body made its exit from the womb. I got it when he was placed, still covered in all manner of goo and stuff, on to my wife's body moments later. I got it when my face contorted into a display of emotion which I had no hope of controlling, of tears and sobs and snotty sniffles of pure, joyous happiness.
Even our first day as a family has shown me that there will be challenges. That all the talk of how difficult it is to have a child is true. But it has also shown me that there is a whole world of support out there for new parents, a world of experience and knowledge that we will be able to draw from to help us, to pick us up when we are down, to cry on, to complain to.
|Cute, but with a penchant for pissing up your arm. I don't mind though, because I'm a dad.|
This is the dawn of a new era then, an era where my BabberBlog actually has a babber to blog about. I can't wait.