Currently quietly sitting on the coach with my three week old son resting on my chest. The most peaceful feeling there is.
Less than two weeks ago, however, me and my wife were devastated at the hospital, with our son in intensive care, fighting a freak virus found in his spinal fluid. For about 24 hours we didn't know if he was going to live or die, or if the virus had damaged his brain. It was a nightmare. Absolutely the worst thing I've ever experienced.
Thankfully he survived, there was no sign of brain damage, and now he's eating, sleeping and bricking like babies do. And I'm happy to be sleepless, to not have time to shower, to struggle with the reactions of his two year old sister, to have him pee on me while I change nappies, to live in a messy house and to get fat and unfit because there's no time to work out. There's a lot of perspective in almost losing your kid, I tell you that.
Anyway; thought I'd share this before I get back to complaining about trivialities, Trump and poor refereeing decisions. [emoji4]
Oh and congrats to my fellow fresh fathers in this thread!