Friday, July 4, 2003

This is a full time job. Nursing every two hours. Around the clock. My wife is used to being sleep deprived. From her work. Not getting a good night's sleep is all new to me, however. And I'm afraid that it's taking it's toll on me. For now. I gather that people do get used to this. And the reward is great. Seeing your daughter well fed and resting is a priceless sight.

Wednesday, July 2, 2003

Somebody must have pulled some strings for us at the Ministry of Baby Allocation. You've seen their ads: "Have you taken your MBA, yet?" (yeah yeah, this is a wacky post, but I am a proud, sleep-deprived dad now, so you will just have to put up with my incoherent ramblings).

Anyways, we seem to have been given the kindest, gentlest, easiest, warmest, mildest, best-natured, and most approachable, tender and pleasant baby there ever was.

Why? I have no idea. Probably because my wife deserves all the best in life. Which actually begs the question: How did she end up with me?

Tuesday, July 1, 2003

A new day. A new month. But still no baby.

The night was hard. Until the epidural. Thank God for the epidural. What a magnificent discovery.

Now she is fully dilated. Rested. And ready to go.

And so it begins...

Monday, June 30, 2003

This has been a gruelling day. And still no sign of the kid.

I can't believe the strength that my wife is exhibiting. In the face of this obviously excruciating pain.

She's twice the man I will ever be.

I'm on my way to the birthing pavillion.

Hope I don't forget my wife.