Sunday, 10 April 2016

Progeny

Yesterday our first child was born. I celebrated by going home and sleeping.

Tonight is the last night of our house being a house for just two people, if all goes to plan. I feel I should be using the quiet to say something heartfelt and poignant, make sentimental promises to our newborn, or talk about how for the mainstream childbirth is easy, a certainty, and universally desirable at a certain age while utterly unacceptable at others.

These will have to wait because I am too tired. I will just say this:

come on then

He came out fighting.