Getting to Know You

Nothing can quite prepare you for your first encounter with your child. I really didn’t expect to be so attached to him. I kind of expected the feeling would be the same as when I meet other people’s kids…

You know, they’re fun and interesting…now, who’s for Cribbage…anyone?

But I can’t explain the change that occurs when he opens his eyes for the very first time and you lock eyes for…one minute. His tiny deep blue eyes scanning your face, peering deep into your soul. It touches you in a way that doesn’t require Investigative Journalism. Instead, it bonds you for life. Like Superglue and Araldite(I loved their show in Vegas, btw).

And there’s no greater bonding experience between a man and his son, that makes you feel like…the worst dad on the planet, than when you’re changing his little nappy. And as you clear away his troubles, he looks up at you with the purest of love and trust that would melt Wolverine’s Adamantium claws. You turn to reach for a clean nappy…and that’s when the screams begin…you turn back with horror to see little Indy…

Peeing on his own face!

It makes your heart sink, and makes you want to run crying from the room like a school girl. But you have to suck it up “Mary-Ellen” (your nerve, that is…not the pee. Use a cloth for that…and wash your hands afterwards), because you’ve got to rebuild that bridge of trust. The one bonded by Superglue, which apparently can lift a one-tonne sedan with only 7 drops (I saw it on Mythbusters), yet, completely disintegrates under the influence of baby urinego figure?

Chalk that up to DAD MISHAPS #1.

And as for his first bath? Well, he takes to water like Katie Holmes to Scientology. Didn’t take long before he wanted OUT, OUT, OUT!!!

But still, I have to admit that I have grave fears that my wife may now “Indy-ed” be…

In love with another man!

And although it pains me to admit it, but

So am I 🙂

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First Peeks

I know, I know…it’s been three days already and still no pics?

Well, I just needed to find a little time to post them up, when I wasn’t being all Super-Dad, flitting between hospital and home and sleeping during whatever free minute I could find. Some days, I even sleep in the car during “Mother’s Time” at the hospital, when they kick all the dad’s to the curb for a couple hours. Where’s the Dad’s Time? When do we get to sleep?

I have a kid now, so I already know the answer…NEVER!!!

But without further ado, exclusively to the 40Yr Old Dad

I proudly present, our son…Indy

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Indy-Pendence Day!

It is with enormous pride and unbridled love and appreciation that we FINALLY present to the world, our miraculous SON

Indy Wayan Bechtold

Born today, July 5th @ 7:26pm

Weighing 8lbs13oz or 4kg bang on the knocker…(thanks McPuddingPop, you were way off!)

Both mother and baby are doing very well. Daddy needs a spatula to peel himself off the ceiling.

Thank you so much to all our family, friends and strangers all around the world who have been touched by our story and flooded us with love, support and best wishes along every step of this incredible journey. And an extra special thank you to the amazing hospital and midwife staff for helping to bring little Indy into our world and into our hearts.

I feel like he has been one of the most anticipated arrivals on the planet, and I can hardly believe he’s here!

My biggest thank you of all, goes out to the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in my entire life. Your continued love, strength, passion, thoughtfulness, guidance, support and belief in me and our desire to be the Love of the Century, inspires me every day. How did I get so lucky as to wake up every morning to that gorgeous heart-shaped smile and soft beautiful eyes. You are the spark that ignites my heart that makes me feel like the most special man on the entire planet. I just wish I could remember your name…

I love you eternally…Whats’er’name 😉

I’m so proud of you.

Although we missed the US Independence Day by one day, that’s only so he doesn’t have to celebrate his own Independence Day with anyone else! After all this waiting, I think he deserves his own day.

Still, I think what Bill Pullman as President Whitmore, meant to say is…

The 4th 5th of July will no longer be known as an American holiday. But as the day when the world declared in one voice, we will not go quietly into the night. We will not vanish without a fight. We’re going to live on. We’re going to survive. Today, we celebrate our…

“INDY-pendence Day!”

Break in Transmission

D-Day+10(no more counting…please?).

We apologise for this unexpected break in transmission BUT…

We’re off to see the Wizard

We will return to your regular scheduled program once we get this little bubba out…

Birth Of A Comedian

Week 39, and only 8 days until our schnitzel’s scheduled arrival.

I cast my mind back to 5 years ago, when I performed this improvised opening to a show I did in Mornington, Victoria.

Hopefully for our little bloke, his arrival will be somewhat less traumatic.

I couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing than my wife giving birth live on stage before a crowd of laughing strangers…(other than being married to me, of course).

Cue Barbara Streisand: “Memories…” 

Or dare I say…Prophesy?

For all our sakes, I hope NOT.