So I was hoping to do a few posts leading up to the birth of my son, however, having a kid is time consuming…who would have thought.
Plus he came on his due date! My son, insane. I honestly thought I had another week at least. In my defence so did the Dr.
His exact words were, “arrive today no, I reckon next week at some stage”. My son promptly arrived less than 12 hours after the Dr uttered those words.
So now its 13 weeks on and we are adjusting well to our new role as parental units. tough my friends but extremely rewarding. I find myself watching less tv, I have forgotten what a pub looks like and sleep is something I read about only in books (and as most of you know, I don’t read books). I must point out at this juncture that tho I am involved, of late by darling partner Lesley has been kind enough to do the majority of night feeds.
When people found out about my impending parenthood they would always proceed to say congratulations. This was promptly followed by so are you ready for all the sleepless nights, feeding, vomiting…etc etc.
I would smile and say as ready as I’ll ever be. As if there was some way I could travel forward in time to get some practise! The truth is, nothing on this earth can prepare you for the turmoil this one little person will reek upon your calm world. All that said there is some sort of in built instict that activates upon his arrival. Something you were only aware of when you hear a fight somewhere off in the distance and a small part of you gets ready…just in case.
Its that dormant gene that suddenly activates and makes you become more aware of your surroundings. You now have this family to protect and people who drive fast are now idiots, not cool. Yes my friends you have become your parents. It was at that moment I realised why my father always worried when I was out, even when I’m 26. It was at that moment that I understood why my mother could not sleep until I was home from a night out and it was at that moment that I realised that all that lay ahead of me too.
The road ahead is tough my friends and I fear what I do not know, but I also revel in it. Its sends shivers down my spine to think of all the things he may accomplish and all the adventures we are yet to have. The sleepless nights and crazyiness of the last few months mean nothing to the first time we will stand on the sugar loaf together, climb Caroontoohil or maybe even Mount Kilimanjaro.

Good oul Ruairi…Taught you more in 13 weeks than we managed in 26 years.
(Seem to recall me own oulfella saying something similar 32 years ago)