Here comes our man

It was just after our 12 week ultrasound when we walked in to one of our favourite cafes for a celebratory decaf when this particular song came on. We had just heard and seen the good news on the screen that was our new little being. And all was thankfully very well.

The ultrasound itself had also just revealed some big news, by way of a suspicious looking package "downstairs" - and that was that this new little life would be a new little boy. Our son. So the tune blaring over the cafe loudspeaker really couldn't have been more appropriate - The Pixies, Here Comes Your Man.

We played this song a lot to Angus as he was growing big and strong in my belly. And the morning he was to be born as we got ready to leave for hospital, we played it again.

Angus was born via c-section at 10.46am on Tuesday 17 November, 2009 after making the decision with our ob at our appointment the afternoon before that this is how he would enter the world. I'll post a more detailed birth story in the days (weeks? months?) ahead when I find the time (when exactly will that be, I wonder?) It obviously wasn't quite what we thought or hoped it might be, but in the end it didn't matter one little bit. I wouldn't change a single thing about it. He's here, and he's alive. And he let out one mighty roar when he left my belly. That was the sweetest sound and made those nine months of hell in the lead up to his birth worth every tear and every second of worry.

He has brought us more joy in his first 10 days of life than we thought possible. And this is only the very beginning. He has also taught us a bazillion and one lessons as we continue to fumble our way along live-baby parenthood. Very different to deadbaby parenthood but I can assure you, a crap load easier. Even as I sit here, with open wounds on my nipples!

Our little bundle doesn't really cry. Just grizzles for a feed and when he has a bit of wind. The only way we know his lungs actually work is when he has a nappy change. I am pretty much just the milk lady for now while daddy takes on the bulk of the changing and settling, not to mention the cooking and cleaning. Did I mention how lucky I was? Mum has also been here nearly every other day to pick up the slack. And cuddle Angus just once more, because that's what Nannys do. When all the visitors clear out for the day, I try and sneak in some extra cuddles of my own. I really am still pinching myself. How did I get here? How did he get here?

I also need to take the time to thank Carly for keeping this place up to date while we were in hospital and informing everyone of our good news. I was sending her texts as often as I could with snippets of information and the odd crappy mobile phone photo here or there. We of course took many photos of Angus in hospital and Hope's ACOCP photographer came in to capture our new family as well. And Carly, being the angel she is, has put this video together for us! She's a gem, not to mention very clever. It would have taken me months to figure out how to do this!

So, here comes our man. Please enjoy.

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