Another day, another load of twinges/contractions experienced by 'len (currently fast asleep on the sofa - various pains kept her up all night, bless her) and still no Dylan. This is without a doubt the weirdest waiting game I've ever been involved with, although obviously much less weird than what my darling fiancee is going through.
When we went into the hospital a couple of days ago I was completely expecting to be a father by the end of the day, which probably shows my naivety regarding just how rushed the delivery of a first child tends to be. And yet my nerves weren't half as on edge as I'd expected them to be - more than anything I was (and still am) more concerned about Helen's mental and physical state and whether Dylan was comfortable. A couple of days later and we're all feeling pretty calm, if not exactly relaxed. A sense of chilled inevitability. But what we are doing is attempting to grab as much sleep as possible, a luxury that we may well be denied for the next year or so.
Just read through this post and trying to decide if it makes perfect sense and well-crafted reading, or merely resembles the musings of a thoroughly nervy imminent-father-to-be! Please feel free to post your opinions as comments!
Alex aka Babydaddy
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