Charlie’s 8th Birthday

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8 Years ago today my best friend was born, Charlie Oliver Adams, my son!

This is one day in my life that I will never ever forget, I remember every minute of it. From him coming out, to trying to sleep, from collecting him from the hospital to taking him home and the first night with him.

Charlie decided to make an appearance on the 28th November, not sure if most Dad’s do, but I stood at the bottom end and saw him come out of Sam. I was a little confused at first, as I saw what I thought was his whole body, it looked very much like a sack.

Then all of a sudden his eyes, nose and mouth spread out, as if it was all scrunched up for hiding. Then the midwife grabbed him by his head and pulled out the rest of his body… Legs and Arms flopping and a lovely peachy bum! Charlie started to wimper straight away and was covered by that horrible gooey white stuff but he was beautiful.

The one thing I remember about him vividly was his large eyes, as most people know babies are born with the same sized eyes as an Adult, but these things glittered like nothing I had ever seen.

Sam held him and he was lovely and quiet. I remember not really feeling much at the time, not sure if it was shock or adrenaline, but I didn’t even shed a tear. This isn’t to say that I didn’t want him, but it was just the fact that now he was in front of me.

I managed to stay with Sam and Charlie until about 4am, and after a bit of Tea and Toast I went home to try and get some sleep.

I hardly slept, tossing and turning so I ended up going to Sainsbury’s at about 7 or 8 ish for Breakfast. I picked up some flowers and chocolate for Sam and went in. When I got to the hospital, that beautiful little boy was in his cot, wrapped up in a white blanket. Quiet and peaceful.

The nurse helped us Bath him for the first time in a sink, and I think Sam had a shower to help her feel a bit fresher. After a visit from one of the midwives, Charlie was given the all clear to go home.

8 years on and Charlie is just amazing. He gives me very special feelings that tell me how close I am with him, similar feelings I get with my own Dad.

He is my best friend and the one person I want to spend all of my time with, I hate it when he is not with me and always love that first catch of his eye when I see him or collect him.

I am also a very proud Dad, he is such a clever boy and sometimes wonder where he gets it from.

Happy Birthday Charlie! Love you lots!



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