This being the first post, I think I should introduce the person who is sure to be the central figure - my son, Noah.
Noah was born on the 2nd March 2008 in Paisley Maternity Hospital, weighing in at 8lbs and 11 oz. It was the most traumatic day of my life! Janice, my wife, spent 18 hours in labour, telling me to get away from her and be quiet! It was the most awkward few hours of my life. After being told to be quiet about a million times, I decided to do just that - be quiet. Then I started to think that the midwives would think I was some sort of idiot, not comforting my wife when she was clearly in so much pain. I'm sure (hope) they've seen it all before.
Anyway, Noah was born at around 6pm. The first thing I remember noticing was the colour of his eyes - they were brown! I was sure all babies were born with blue eyes. No, Noah's eyes were definitely brown - just like his Mummy's. Janice was ordered up and out the bed and told to go for a bath quite soon after the birth. That left me in the delivery room holding my son. Wonderful. The happiest moment of my life.
Noah is now 15 months old and is going to be a big brother in September. He started walking just a few weeks ago and can say a few words (when it suits him). I'm sure he is the most intelligent baby in the world, but then I am sure most Dads think that about their child. Yesterday he picked up one of my socks, opened a drawer, put the sock in, and closed the drawer again! Genius. He also knows that a duck says, "Quack, quack". Now that's impressive, is it not?
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