Sitting on the couch in the living room window of our house, looking at the snow gently falling outside, with my 3-day-old daughter sleeping on my lap -- priceless.
I'm thinking about starting a new blog just for Kaija. For now, though, this one is pretty much going to be all baby all the time.
Yesterday my wife's milk started coming in. The baby was a bit taken aback by it -- she would nurse, take a gulp, and then pull back from the breast and make a face like a wet cat trying to get a nasty taste out of its mouth. She's decided she likes the milk after all, which is to her benefit.
Yes, that was me on the radio on Friday. Randomly, the Rutherford Show (morning issues and call-in on the local right-wing talk station) did an hour on midwifery. I phoned in and got a screener: "This is the Rutherford show. What do you want to say on the air?"
"I just wanted to say that my wife and I had our first baby at home two days ago." Apparently this is an excellent way to get on the radio.
"Oh!"
Then there was a pause, while the producer got Rutherford's attention. I heard a little hiccup in the conversation then he got rid of the other caller and then it was "Hi Sam!"
Oh my God I'm on the air. I suddenly understood why people sound so stupid on the radio. "Hi Dave!"
I talked about Kaija's birth, and got a short plug in about it being frustrating that Alberta Health Care is willing to spend basically thousands on a baby's birth in the hospital but none on a home birth.
Night before last, that would be Thursday night, I guess, I brought a bottle of beer up to bed. I opened it and was about to take a swig when my wife said, "Oh my God I want some BEER!" So I gave it to her, and she drank half of it in one long pull. She's not much of a drinker at all nor a beer drinker in particular but I guess it's nice to shake off nine months of abstinence.