Thursday, November 06, 2008

When September Ends...

At 11pm on 10 September 2008 I was handed a baby boy - I was a father. It wasn't until 3am on 11 September that I could say that we were a family. In the five hours from my wife being advised to have an emergency caesarean section, and her starting to come round from general anaesthetic, I was given lots to think about.

"You need to think about how you will look after the baby." I was told. At the time it was the baby as I hadn't wanted to give my son a name wihout my wife being there. I wasn't sure whether it would be my choice. I wasn't sure whether "looking after the baby" meant for a few days, or whether it meant by myself.