It's all to do with a start

Well I've decided to put worthwhile things here and see how big this blog becomes and when my son turns into a dad himself he can read everything here and avoid the mistakes I've made ;)

Sure my son's trip to the outside world was a long, unusual and difficult one since his mother and I split up but It is amazing feeling him move about inside the womb. In turth, it's also kinda freaky and alien but on the whole, cool. I did try vibrating a message of "being nice to his dad" using my lips through the belly but I don't think he got it, either that or he simply ignored it and readied his plans for mischief and mayhem.

Apparently I did a good job during the actual pregnancy which was funny because I thought I was about as much use as a quadraplegic brick layer. The plans in my head were so bloody intricate, complicated and (well I thought anyway) well laid out however what I actually did in the delivery room was pretty much play catchup. My suggestion for playing music was indeed a good one although I was restrained (almost physically) from singing.. awww...

In the "manual" they tell you not to be a cheerleader shouting "come on" and "push, push, push" so I was trying to rephrase those things in my head and out of panic I just ended up telling her when the contractions were fading because I could see them on the monitor. Although, I'm pretty sure she knew when they were going away what with having to actually deal with them.

I did accuse three doctors of being students (which was a big no no for us) so I think the nerves were showing. As for our son? Well he eventually (as labours go, I don't think it was a particularly long one) ran out of there in record time and before I could blink or even remember not to be a cheerleader (wouldn't fit in the skirt anyway) he was slapped onto her stomach all covered in blood and fernix or fenix (cannae mind).

Awww my heart melted there to tell the truth. He was so small and so fragile and so beautiful. There was the panic when the midwife left to fill out the paperwork (it's like buying a car) and his mother disappeared to have a shower and I was left craddling him in my arms. From that moment on you have this awesomeness about you - like you're the greatest man ever because you've brought such a wonderfull thing into the world but you also feel so shit-scared because there's this little guy who's dependant on you (more so in my case since we had separated). It's not like the great computer game you buy that's brilliant for a time then you leave it on the shelf to collect dust beside Enter the Matrix.

'Bu.. bu.. where did he go? We were having fun weren't we? It was a match made it heaven! He said he loved me!!'
'Easy there lad, you've been shelved now, you belong with us. Here, get some dust about you so you don't look so much like a n00b'

Of course he started screaming after about a minute alone with me and I thought "this is it, he's just gonna do this all the time to me 'coz he knows, he knows".