absolution

...yeah, childbirth is not all it's cracked up to be, ...and (being a man) what do I know! ...other than the awful feeling of helplessness. Blood on the floor for three days, yep, dried on for three days, welcome to the NHS where no one can be bothered to clean up. I can remember the pattern it made. Nurses that speak no english. This was our labour experience, an absolute horror story. What a fucking state New Labour has created.

Twentyfirst of May 1970

Today is my birthday and I am 38 years old! I don't feel 38. I can't quite believe that I am. I don't want anything for my birthday. I have the best present ever and he's fast asleep upstairs, with mom. I did however upgrade my phone for a shiny new one just as a little self congratulatory present!

Little man big

Been a while since I posted, life is just one long rollercoaster. Samuel is now 17 weeks old and such a cutie! He talks endlessly, if only in his own language at the moment! We see him grow every day and aquire more little personality traits.

I've forgotten what late nights on the net and lay ins are!