theniesche

My son was born this morning. 6 weeks premature, 4lbs 13oz but he's doing just fine. The birth was amazing, seriously. In spite of the surrealness of the situation there were mad positive vibes flying around that delivery room. My wife was in labour (post-waters breaking) for 2 1/2 hours. She was fucking awesome, totally dealt with it in the best possible way, just got her head down & got stuck in. Massive respect. Thanks to her i now have a son. And a placenta. I'm gonna eat one of them. No prizes for guessing which.

Peace (& weirdly enough that takes on a whole new significance now. Fucking brilliant!).