Well, we’ve officially kept a baby alive for one whole year! Maybe we’re not as bad at this parenting thing as we thought…
Well, we’re now at the stage that every parent both hopes for and dreads.
The moment where he no longer stays where you put him!
We are currently in the no-mans-land between Christmas and New Year, having survived our baby’s first Christmas (in lockdown). Maybe not what we would have hoped for, but it was about as good as could be expected in the circumstances. At least the poor little guy doesn’t know what’s going on!
And suddenly, it’s November. It’s hard to believe that we are now past the halfway point of m’boy’s first year on this planet. We’re still learning how to be parents and battling against the changing moods of the pandemic, but at least it feels like we’re starting to settle into something resembling a routine.
So, it’s been a big week for us. We are finally making use of the special room that we spent ages getting ready (and then haven’t actually set foot in for six long months!).
It’s getting harder to find the time to keep this blog up to date, but I’m going to do my best to summarise the key points from the last few weeks in this shorter-than-usual update.
Eight weeks in and, as things hit a low point, we had to make a tough call about whether to follow the orders of our
malicious and inept wise and glorious leaders or whether to prioritise the physical and mental health of us and our baby…
We are now five weeks in and, despite the happy title, this has been one of our most challenging weeks yet… (more…)
It’s now the third week of m’boy being home and… well, it’s been an interesting week for us!
So, after what turned out to be a fairly traumatic birth under difficult circumstances, I had a few days to recover and then we finally brought my son home.
I will now attempt to summarise what those first few days were like.
So, a quick recap. 10 Days overdue and knowing we had a chunky baby on the way, we finally found ourselves in a delivery room at the hospital. Labour was pretty intense and after dealing with unbearably painful contractions brought on by the hormone drip for what felt like an eternity (and that was just how *I* felt!), an epidural was administered and when it finally kicked in, we both got a little bit of rest.
This blog was initially written shortly after I got home from the hospital. It’s taken me a while to get round to actually posting it, but hey, I’ve had a bit on!
Anyway. Part two begins – very suddenly – in the (very) early hours of Sunday morning…
This is the first of a two-part “I Am Your Father” special, which will tell the story of what happened in the hospital when the time finally came for my son to be born.
I was labouring (no pun intended) under the ridiculous notion that I would be mostly superfluous and that I would have the time to ‘live blog’ the birth; making notes every-so-often as we went along.
What a sweet, naive, young man I was!