I’m speechless, I’m exhausted, I’m emotional and I’m so proud.
So here we are, Our Son, Matej (Matthew) has arrived…. and it was incredible.
Most of my readers I believe are Mum’s or Dad’s, so you will understand the rollercoaster of a ride Friday 227th was, concluding at 2.30pm with Matej Samuel coming into the world. 8lb 3, 51 cms, 10 fingers, 10 toes !
This is going to sound strange, but from a Man’s point of view, the whole thing is surreal. The morning started early, Mrs M waking me to say she wasn’t feeling right, and was worried, so we packed our bags and headed from the hospital. Light hearted, very calm, and me being my normal self… cracking jokes and not stressing at all. As the contractions got progressively harder and more painful, I felt myself moving further and further out of the picture.
It’s understandable, for once, it’s not all about me. What can a man do in this situation ? … basically nothing. You try to keep calm, be soothing, loving but essentially, you are a nobody in the circus. As time moved on I rubbed her back, held her hand, whispered things to her and was at her beck and call. The contractions were now at a point where Mrs M would start to sweat, curse and double up in pain. The Doctors were brilliant, the Staff fantastic. I kept moving out of the way, trying to work out what they were saying, getting a little nervous in case things were going wrong. Mrs M was getting more and more pain, and it was breaking my heart. She couldn’t talk to me, just closed her eyes and got through it.
To see the person you love go through so much pain, tears, exhaustion rips at your soul. There is nothing you can do. Hold her hand, tell her you are proud, and tell her she is amazing. Things then go even more crazy, pushing, screaming, pain… my god the pain she went through ….. my heart was breaking….. She pushed, cried, screamed. The Dr’s everywhere… I moved further and further back to give them all space. This wasn’t my wife lying there, I was watching a film… I kinda even felt I was floating….. looking it. I held her hair, gave her oxygen, and prayed to anyone listening to get it over with …
Then he was there… his cries mended my heart, but tore my emotions into little pieces. I wept, just cried my eyes out. Here was my Son, Our Son…. My family. Mrs M just slumped there, sweating, exhausted as the Dr’s worked on her. then, he lay on her, Little Matej just lying on his mothers tummy…. so tired, exhausted himself… quietly just resting with his Mother. I sat, help her hand, wiped her brow, and we cried together…
so, I have a Son, a little boy who will keep my family name going. My Brothers (Timbers, Sir Chilli Boy and Mr DBM) and my sisters (R, DBM and Morag) have a Nephew, and the wonderful News is that my Mum is now a Grandma. I hope she shouts it from every roof top… I hope she drinks some wine and claims she is the most special Grandma in the world, because she is.