8 November 2018 - I'm a Dad!
So it finally arrived - the day I became a Dad.
To say it didn't go as planned would be an understatement, but TP (my better half) and I had mentally prepared ourselves for the fact that childbirth is not straight-forward process.
I hope to do a longer post detailing the events and gory details (ambulance, operating theatre, intensive care...!) but when all was said and done - we were lucky in that we left hospital after 6 days with a very healthy baby and a recovering (amazing) mum.
Here she is!
#nofilter
#perfection
This was the first photo taken of our daughter - taken in a flurry of emotion and excitement whilst TP was still on the operating table.
I can't say that I felt an immediate pang of "this is the most beautiful person/baby/thing I've ever seen" etc. I actually felt that the whole childbirth experience was quite bizarre - like I was watching us go through it on TV, rather than actually doing it ourselves. So much was alien: the doctors, procedures, language used, and the sight of a newborn baby itself - your baby - 50% you, wriggling around on white towel coughing up her own poo (more on that in the gory post!).
Though from the moment she arrived, however, I did immediately feel that I had crossed a line; come to the end of one journey, to the start of another.
I could feel that a new life had started immediately - and so in that sense I guess everything did change at 13:29 on 8 November 2018.
I suppose I'll have fun working out exactly what changed for the rest of my life.
To say it didn't go as planned would be an understatement, but TP (my better half) and I had mentally prepared ourselves for the fact that childbirth is not straight-forward process.
I hope to do a longer post detailing the events and gory details (ambulance, operating theatre, intensive care...!) but when all was said and done - we were lucky in that we left hospital after 6 days with a very healthy baby and a recovering (amazing) mum.
Here she is!
#nofilter
#perfection
This was the first photo taken of our daughter - taken in a flurry of emotion and excitement whilst TP was still on the operating table.
I can't say that I felt an immediate pang of "this is the most beautiful person/baby/thing I've ever seen" etc. I actually felt that the whole childbirth experience was quite bizarre - like I was watching us go through it on TV, rather than actually doing it ourselves. So much was alien: the doctors, procedures, language used, and the sight of a newborn baby itself - your baby - 50% you, wriggling around on white towel coughing up her own poo (more on that in the gory post!).
Though from the moment she arrived, however, I did immediately feel that I had crossed a line; come to the end of one journey, to the start of another.
I could feel that a new life had started immediately - and so in that sense I guess everything did change at 13:29 on 8 November 2018.
I suppose I'll have fun working out exactly what changed for the rest of my life.
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