I haven't really had much time to write in this thing since last weekend, but there is a very good excuse. Even better than "My dog ate my homework." I'm am the new owner of a 2003 model baby boy. His name is Patrick Everett Vance. He weighed 5lbs 12oz and was 20 1/4 inches long. Personally he's a little angel. I stayed up at the hospital until both him and yvonne came home, which should win some sort of award in itself. The little cot they brought me was engineered for maximum uncomfortability. Yvonne hasn't seen much of him since every opportunity I've been home he's been with me.
Someone should have published a handbook or something though. I was expecting the emotional from Yvonne afterwards, but no one prepared me for the emotional rollercoaster I've been on since Monday night. I look down at him while he's lying there and can't help but smile. It breaks my heart everytime he cries. I went through a good crying spell with him at the hospital. I'm sure there's no doubt in anyone's mind how much I love the little guy. I also see where the term "overprotective parent" comes from as well. I never want to see any harm or heartache come to him, and again it breaks my heart thinking about it, even though I know it's bound to happen sometime. I find myself wanting to get home just so I can see him. I also see where the term "Proud Daddy" comes from as well.
Which takes me to another topic, of which I'll be vague, but I'm sure the people who read this will know what, and/or whom, I mention when they read this. I don't see how anyone could leave their child, or claim that they don't love them. I don't care if it was conceived at a time when you weren't wanting/expecting/needing a child. My boss Stacy said it best I believe. He said "You don't plan for children. They happen and you just incorporate them into your life." Anyone who hates their child, or feels they don't love them, or just wants nothing to do with them, has no heart in their chest at all.
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