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    The day my son was born.

    Just thought I'd share this little story with you. I've been meaning to write it for ages and finally got around to it.
    It's for my son to read one day.

    For King.
    The day you were born.
    CHAPTER ONE
    Monday 22rd May 2006. I was working at xxxxxxx as sales and marketing manager for South East Asia. I used to take the company van home in the evening. The driver would drop me of on the corner and it was a 15 minute or so walk to the door. We lived at apartment xxxxxxxx
    As I got out of the van I noticed a few large raindrops but thought nothing of it, however with each step the rain got heavier and heavier untill half way home it was absolutely pouring down, and dark. There was no shelter along the way and I had forgotton my umbrella. I was wearing a suit and tie and carrying my briefcase and there was nothing for it but to continue on. Before long I was soaked and walking in the pouring rain. I wasn’t at all concerned as it wasn’t cold or windy and I knew that as soon as I got home I would take of my wet clothes, jump in the shower and change into some dry comfortable clothes.
    When I opened the door I discovered that your grandmother (Puopuo), aunty (Yima), and mum were all at the apartment together. When I opened the door and stood there dripping wet in my black suit and grinning (It’s nice to walk in the rain sometimes and not care) they all started shouting at me to get out of my wet clothes, worried I would catch a cold. I wasn’t worried, I went into the bedroom and took of my suit. My shirt was still dry so I wasn’t wet to the skin but it felt nice to have a warm shower and get into some clean dry clothes.
    When I was dressed I came out into the lounge and Mum was eating a vegetable and noodle dish. puopuo handed me a dish and I sat down on the couch to eat. Amost immediately Mum threw up. She’d had pains in her belly that morning and now she really was feeling it. It was obviously the time we had all been waiting for, the day of your arrival.
    We had prepared a bag to take to the hospital (mums clothing and such) so while the ladies got everything together I rushed out to get a taxi. There was a taxi at the gate so I directed him back in the direction of our apartment. Mum, and Yima were walking down the driveway. We picked them up and headed off to the hospital where they put us in a nice private room with private bathroom and TV and a spare bed and couch so we could all sleep there.
    The doctor and nurses checked Mum and kept coming in to check untill finally about 10 oclock they decided it was time and wheeled her into the delivery room.
    Yima and I were very nervous. I couldn’t sit still and paced continuously. They wouldn’t let anyone else in the delivery room, so poor mum was in there on her own with the doctor and nurses. It had seemed like forever when at about 12.15 the doctor came out very worried and told us that because you were such a big healthy baby they would have to perform a caesarian section and wanted me to sign the papers. This is very common and many people choose this way, but mum wanted to have a natural birth. It wasn’t to be. At first I was very worried because I was very nervous and misunderstood them, I thought something very serious had happened, then when I realized what they meant I signed the papers and they went back in. After a while they came to get Yima and I and took us upstairs to the surgery room where they had transferred mum. We waited outside for what seemed like forever again, and then at 2.30am on Tuesday 23th May 2006 they bought you out at last and handed you, not to me, but to Yima.
    I looked at this beautiful baby there, the most beautiful I have ever seen, and felt enourmously grateful and wonderful. I said “Hey dude” and you, not even one half hour old, opened your eyes and smiled at me. I was very happy.
    Yima took off with you back to the room and I waited for mum, they wheeled her out and we all went down to the room where the nurses and Yima fussed over you and mum. I didn’t know what to do so I just watched. They eventually bundled you up, put you in the cot and you went to sleep. I finally fell asleep about 5 and woke up about 9.

    CHAPTER TWO
    The next day Mum was still groggy from the epidural ( a relaxant they give mothers for the birth) but the nurses were very good and looked after her well. Puopuo turned up about 11 o'clock with lots of soup and good things for mum to eat and so I decided to go home and change my clothes and have a shower.
    When I got home I heard a banging sound coming from the Kitchen. Wondering what it could be I went to investigate and to my surprise discovered a white dove walking around in the kitchen. Imagine my surprise, on the day my son is born, a white dove, the international symbol of love and peace, flies into my house. (we had floor to ceiling sliding doors opening onto the balcony and they were open). I was amazed. I found a towel and threw it over the bird, it sqwuaked but didn’t make too much fuss. I took it out and set it down on the balcony where it just stood looking at me. I expected it to fly away. I must tell you, I was in awe of this bird, the symbol of peace and love flies into my home the day my son is born, truly amazing. I went and got a small dish of water and some bread and put it down for the bird and went to have a shower and get dressed. When I was done I came out to see the bird still on the balcony, walking up and down, looking straight at me.
    I was nonplussed. Why wasn’t it flying away? I didn’t have time to wonder anymore, I wanted to get back to the hospital as soon as possible so I left the bird there on the balcony and left to take a taxi back to the hospital.
    When I arrived back at the hospital Yima, Puopuo and mum were sitting chatting, snacking, watching TV as they do.
    I said them “hey listen to this” and told them the story about this amazing white dove, the international symbol of peace and love, that had flown into the house on the day our son was born, amazing stuff. They were all very quiet for a moment then Puopuo says quite loudly.
    “You silly bugger, that was for soup tonight”
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    It's good that you do stuff like this for him to read when he's older. If you want to do a video message for him narrated with photos and background music then give me a shout.

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    or just get windows movie maker

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    Great story though.It's a feeling like no other being a dad. enjoy you time with your boy, it goes too quick.

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    Cujo, that's lovely! Nice twist at the end. Didn't know you had it in you!

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    Thanks Jet. Where's the edit button, I just noticed a couple of typos and the edit button has disappeared.

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    Here's where we're at today.

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    love the ending !

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