I've tried ... I've really tried ... My daughter turned 3 months old on the 25th August and over those 3 months I've tried my hardest to not post about her constantly, turning this blog into a being a parent is tough, let me tell you all how tired I am kind of fare.
Today, however, that changes, just momentarily. The main reason for this is actually to excuse the lack of content there has been here since launching the site a few months back. According to Squarespace's analytics tools a fair few people have actually subscribed to the blog. I've no idea why you've been kind enough to do it, but for those that had I felt I owed you an explanation.
The whole point of this blog was to be an outlet for things that interested me and I felt passionately about and, like it or not, there is now nothing I love more in the world than my beautiful daughter Sofia May. Move aside iPhone’s and MacBook Pro’s, something with far more drool is vying for my attention.
The birth itself was far more traumatic than I, and especially my wife, had envisioned, which saw Sofia in intensive care for the first 4 days of her life 1 . Without going into too much detail, my first sight of my daughter involved seeing her silent body being taken over to table with 5 or 6 doctors and nurses for, what felt like a life-time, only to finally hear some weak cries finally break free. I then had to leave my wife on the operating table while I followed my daughter out into intensive care. The moments that followed will live with me forever. As I watched my helpless, yet determined little girl literally fight for her life I knew that I would be there to protect her from that moment on. This kid is going to get away with murder ...
As the days went on, and the Doctors were pleased with her impressive progress we were finally able to take our daughter home. Here is where the clichés begin. From the moment we left that hospital, life changed dramatically.
Dramatic changes such as my Wii U is now gathering dust at an alarming rate, untouched for months, and the fact I’ve managed to get to the cinema once in the last 3 months. There’s also the fact that I am now jointly responsible for the life of another person. And I thought the 150cc cups in Mario Kart 8 were intense …
A day that is supposed to be the ‘best day of your life’ turned into the scariest I’ve ever experienced ↩
I wont bore you all with the usual statements that come at this point other than to say yes, lack of sleep sucks 2 , it's scary not knowin what you're doing, right or wrong, and baby poo is as grim as you'd imagine.
Though this does get a bit better, fairly quickly. ↩
These are all things I expected, and anyone can plan for. What you cannot plan for, however, is how every one of those disgusting poos makes you feel as proud of your child as if they'd just won a Nobel Peace Prize, or their little knowing smile in the morning will brighten an otherwise bland day.
I'm looking to the future, excited about getting to know my daughter as she grows into a little person and then into adulthood. I'm looking forward to hearing her voice, and seeing what she becomes, and at having an excuse to watch Spongebob Squarepants again.
My life currently involves a lot less sitting around playing games over the weekend and a lot more vomit and urine soaked nappies, but I wouldn't have it any other way ...