The bairn
It’s been a just over a week now since I became a dad for the first time.
Noah was born on Friday 4th July at 12.02pm, by elective caesarian (he remained stubbornly breech). He was a very reasonable 7lb 12oz. The only slight problem was that Diane needed a general anaesthetic after the spinal didn’t work for some reason. That meant, of course, that I wasn’t allowed in the room for the birth. I didn’t even get to cut the cord. I was actually more disappointed for Diane, as she wasn’t even conscious when the wee fella was delivered. But we can’t complain. That was the closest we came to a complication.
Diane and Noah came home the following Monday. I found Diane’s recovery pretty remarkable. She was on her feet the day after surgery. She’s not one for letting things keep her down.
And the result of all this? A very content little boy, who would probably sleep through most of the night already if we weren’t waking him for a feed. In spite of that, both Diane and myself are pretty tired. That’s probably down to a lot of nervous energy, apart from everything else.
Now, both Diane and Noah are sleeping, it’s maybe a good time to get my head down.