Well, ok, so I'm a little late in getting this blog going, I mean the kid is already over 3 months old now. But, better late then never.

The First Month
Well, first, he was born... Overall, given all the horror stories that we were told, the experience actually went very smoothly. We showed up at the hospital, they drugged up Anya, and about 4 hours of labor later, out pops baby Aidan. He wasn't really moving, making noise, and was a bit blue when he arrived. The doctor immediately sucked out the fluids from his nose and throat, and got him breathing - whew! Then the nurses whisked him off, cleaned him up, weighed him and wrapped him up - all in what seemed to be mere seconds. A day later, we were sent home. The best part, other then the obvious, was the never ending supply of puddings kept in the 'fathers to be' snack fridge....

On Day three of Aidan's arrival - he found he had lungs and could make noise - and boy did he excercise those lungs! - for about the rest of the next month. for some odd reason, he didn't immediatley know or adapt to his parents sleeping schedule - he seemed to have a schedule all his own! and he didn't really enjoy going to sleep... so baby Aidan and I spent quite a number of nights on the couch so that Anya could get some rest before having to wake up and feed Aidan again. This routine got very old very quickly.