Earlier today, at 17:50 on August 23 2005 CEST, my son Lars was born. He's my second child.
Everything just went so fast... it all had only started less than 3 hours earlier. We've had to let an ambulance come, it was too late to get there by our own means. And most of the birth largely took place in the ambulance. It was almost like in the movies. A few more minutes in the emergency room, and it was all over.
Still, I was barely nervous. After all, I fekt like I do know the drill already. If this had been my first child, I would have been a wreck.
We didn't plan on having a second child. Neither of us isn't that young any more, but when it turned out that the Mrs. was pregnant, neither of us had any doubt: we were to keep the baby.
My first son, Ian, is 5.1/2 years old now. He's over the moon, he's been wanting to be the bigger brother for a long time already. When I asked him whether he found it strange to have a little brother now, he looked at me as if to ask "what are you asking me now?" No, of course it's not strange. It's just normal.
I wonder if he'll stay as happy with the situation as he is now, when he finds out a baby doesn't actually do anything he can consider exciting... like play with him. We'll see, eventually.
p.s. Ooh I forgot the oldfashioned measurements. He measured 49 cm and weighed 2900grams. Almost identical to his brother.