I've spent the past three weeks experiencing our newborn baby girl Mila's first days of life. My wife and I, hand in hand, along with my first daughter Naomi, and two pups Olive and Qtip - well, we are all in this together. Had somebody told me that at some point in my adult life I would be providing and caring for a beautiful family of two miraculous daughters, an amazing wife, and two scruffy dogs back when I was a young man of 21 years of age without an ounce of direction or hope, I probably would of thought that person was just raining a little sunshine on a young man in need of it. I am 38 years young now - on the eve of my 39 birthday which is just around the corner. In the enlightenment's that I have been fortunate to experience in my still maturing life, none have shed more light than the following....
Always choose love and happiness.
Exude compassion for all life.
And maybe most important of all, hold sacred to you those which you share your experience with.
Thank you Mila for sharing your first experiences with me and enriching the life of our family.
Welcome to the tribe :)
I've been here before. The first time was the birth of our darling Naomi. The contrast between the two very apparent. Naomi's birth was almost serene you could say - everything working our smooth as can be. For baby Mila, Nadia had to put in a truly heroic effort. No epidural, not even a doctor to arrive on time, only a brave mother, a willing nurse and a strong baby. The result... Our baby Mila - born on 12-23-14 at approximately 12:23pm. Everything happened in a blur. There were tears. There was panic. There was laughter. And most importantly, there was a healthy baby feeling the embrace of her mother for the first time. At the end of this 41 week journey, one thing is remembered - a solemn thought that I shared back on March 12 of 2012. A thought that perhaps only a proud husband and father can sentimentalize with... My wife was and always will be, my hero.