By Eddie Nestor

This week I witnessed the birth of my first son. Wow, what an experience. Before I go on I think I should point out that daddy and baby are doing well.

The contractions started at about 10 am and I immediately thought if she is quick I might be able to make my 5pm show. We drove to the hospital (very slowly) and were seen straight away. Wife was 3cm dilated so I guessed this was it. High blood pressure was the problem and so everything had to be carefully monitored. The water bath and lilac ward were now out of the question. The long wait had only just begun.

My brother had told me that I should avail myself of as much gas and air as possible and he was right. It was fantastic, though for some reason my wife and her mother didn’t think I needed it and kept taking it away.

My wife and I had made a birth plan and she had said that she wanted minimum pain relief and I will always remember when I told someone at work our plan she said “Just wait till she feels that pain, she will take everything”. And so it was that the morphine became her good friend.

When the time came I had no intention of going down the bottom end of the table ‘top end Ed” was how I wanted to be known but Anna our very attractive midwife had different ideas. “Come and look at the size of your babies head” And so it was mine eyes did behold the greatest of all sights. The creation of life. Kai, a Yoruba name for love, was born at 02.30 on May 7^th 2009. I never thought I would see the day. After suffering from the big C in 2007 I was convinced it was never meant to be.

And no I didn’t cry. Not until my mother told me she thought I was going to die back then. Then she told me that my son was born on the 10^th anniversary of her mothers’ death. That’s when I blubbed like a baby. Truly a gift from god

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