It’s all too true that time flies when you’re having fun. I never thought I’d be saying that about the first two weeks of fatherhood, but it seems that we’ve been pretty lucky so far; of course it helps if you don’t have boobs and you’re deaf in one ear. It’s been great only doing the things that Hazel has demanded of us, but tomorrow sees my return to the big wide working world.
Better go iron a shirt, make my lunch and cross fingers for an uneventful night…
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“It wasn’t the first time that Aidan had wet himself in class, but he knew that he had to change if he was to remain a respected member of the teaching staff”
Although there were good and bad points, 2009 was one of those years that I’ll look back on and think “thank **** that’s over”.
2010 unfortunately has the ingredients to be very similar but at least there’s one extra special twist… at 2.12pm on 2nd February, a tiny little Hazel Elizabeth shot forth into this world.
Plans for a water birth sadly went awry due to the speed that the little sexually transmitted alien decided that she was going to appear; instead we arrived at the hospital to hear the midwives say “sorry, there’s no time for any pain relief… you just need to push”. It turns out that my incredible wife has the pain threshold of Rambo and it was less than twelve minutes later that our beautiful daughter emerged kicking and screaming. (I gloss over the 18 hours of contractions at home… well done Shells.. love you)
Becoming a father is as scary a prospect as I’d imagined it to be; that said though, I couldn’t estimate the amount of times I’ve uttered the word beautiful in the last ten days. I’ve often found myself waking from a daze, only to realise that I’ve been lost in Hazel’s wide eyes with no concept of the time that’s passed.
Welcome to the world Hazel. It can be a difficult and unforgiving place, but we’ll do our best to point you in the right direction.
Lots of love, Mummy and Daddy 
