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  • Enjoying Temple bar trad fest with a 1 year old

    I don’t write about my daughter Méabh all that much on any social media including Twitter, Facebook and even this website. Primarily because I respect any need she may have in the future for privacy. I don’t know if I would want to read tweets or Facebook updates written by my parents when I was young. Sure, they might be interesting for me from time to time but would I want others to read them? What about current or perspective employers. Imagine if you searched for Darragh Ó Héiligh and you found a post written by my mother on Facebook thirty years ago. That is a frightening thought.

    Anyway, that’s beside the point of today’s post.

    I don’t write about Méabh very often but tonight while at the end of a great weekend, I really wanted to write something because it marks the continuation of a journey that I hope to have only started with her. That is the journey of music and performances.

    This weekend was the seventh annual Temple bar music festival. I don’t think it was a very good festival this year overall but one part I really enjoyed were the free performances from under 18 groups that were hosted in Dublin’s city hall. These were advertised as family friendly events so I of course bought Méabh. I listen to a lot of music at home therefore Méabh does as well but music is very different when played live so when I have the opportunity to attend a live performance I jump at it. Now that I have Méabh as well, I love bringing her with me. I love being there for her reactions. She is fifteen months young at the moment so possibly too early for some of the strict performances where you can’t make any noise while the musician is playing however, if this weekend was anything to go by she wouldn’t be any bother at all. She absolutely loved the performances. She clapped at the end of most tunes, songs, slow airs and poems and she danced happily along to faster tunes. During a slow air today she even turned toward me and gave me a huge hug for the duration of the tune. There was a collective Aw from the audience around me at that point. I thought that during the poem at the very least she’d get bored but not at all. She stood in the isle looking around.

    I love having the opportunity to introduce something that means so much to me to Méabh but the reason that I’m writing tonight is I’m incredibly proud of her for not just sitting quietly during hours of performances but actually enjoying the entire performances from beginning to end. Today we were in the one seat for an hour and a half and not once did she complain that she couldn’t run around on her own or make noise.

    By far, for me, the most rewarding part of being a parent is introducing Méabh to something and being there as she gets just as much joy from it as I do.

  • Méabh is now four months. Here’s a quick update.

    It’s been a while since I’ve given you an update on how Méabh is getting on.

    In terms of her development she’s doing brilliant.

    Here are a few things she’s actively doing.

    • Trying to role. Occasionally she successfully gets onto her back from lying on her belly.
    • Putting her hands out when you’re going to pick her up. That only started today.
    • Actively grabbing toys and moving things. This started about six weeks ago but the actions are becoming much more deliberate and much more accurate. Tonight, Méabh figured out how to push and pull a rolling thing full of beads on one of her toys. Fine motor control obviously is quite some time off but it’s really fascinating at how regularly she learns new skills.
    • When Méabh is learning something new, or she’s really focusing on something that she’s doing for the first time, she puts her chin on her chest so her head is looking straight down and she stays like that moving her arms until she makes something happen.
    • She is expecting / anticipating a lot more and in turn, we are anticipating her reactions much more accurately as well.
    • Sleeping constantly through the night is still hit and miss however that’s to be expected for a long time yet. However, we are now working on establishing a firm bed time routine so I’m hopeful that even if this isn’t working in a week, Méabh will be more comfortable. Mainly, she will begin to learn what signs to expect before bed time so she can associate it with a relaxing time.
    • We are walking with her in baby carrying slings a lot these days. Although we have a really good pram, we have actually gravitated toward baby carrying. It’s very comfortable and more convenient in most situations.

    These are just some of the things that Méabh is doing or starting to do at this very early stage of her development. People constantly comment at how active and alert she is. She doesn’t nap much if at all during the day but this would appear to be due to her constant interest in what’s going on around her.

    Emma is continuing to do exceptionally well. I know that I would not do so well if it was me staying at home every day. It is important to say that Méabh’s thriving development is a reflection of all the time Emma spends interacting with her.

  • Failte Méabh

    It’s fresh in my mind so I suppose now is a good time to write about yesterday. To say that it began like every other day wouldn’t be an accurate description because for Emma and her mother, it was almost a continuation of Saturday! Especially for Emma’s mother as she didn’t even get to bed on Saturday night. It was certainly busy!

    It all began on Saturday at around 11AM. Emma’s mother arrived to Drogheda and immediately the wheels of motion were kicked up a gear. Of course, I had planned things almost five weeks before but Emma and her mother were really adamant that the personal touch was the key so they set about knitting, sowing, baking, cleaning and shopping. A timetable of events had been discussed and agreed and this commenced without delay at 11AM. Of course, as often happens during the lead up to any significant deadline, things go wrong. A fault in a product purchased especially for the occasion resulted in huge upset and torment as what had been a finished master piece had to be dismantled and recreated. This put considerable strain on the plans however, progress was made slowly until 1PM when a gentleman with a particularly feminine voice arrived to cut, shape and style heads. My head was fine so I hid for the duration of his visit. Mainly because there’s only so long I can listen to idle chit and chat about weddings, christenings, hair and babies. Méabh and I escaped for a short while to play with the dog outside while the women were beautifying themselves. I of course explained to Méabh that there’s really no improving on perfection and all this hair and beauty stuff is a big waste of time but I don’t think she really cared. Instead she tried to shove her fingers up my nose which was a very uncomfortable sensation. She obviously already values my opinion as much as the dog values ear medicine. When a considerable volume of hair had been left on the living room floor the preparations continued. Later that day another part of the jigsaw fell into place when two people from very different parts of the country both arrived into Drogheda. Nicky, a great friend for the past 26 years jumped at the chance to be god father for Méabh. Well, he actually didn’t jump. We were in a restaurant in Drogheda at the time and if I recall correctly, he continued sitting at the table. There was no big gesture of disbelief or joyfulness when I made the request but in fairness, I’m sure he knew he was going to be asked which lessened the surprise considerably. The other person to arrive in Drogheda is of course no less important. In fact, she actually may be even more important than the god father. She is the partner in crime of the god father. The poor Girl, let’s call her Jenny for now, actually puts up with Nicky on a regular basis! It is a misconception that Jenny is quiet. She merely conserves her strength so that she can deliver the optimal force necessary for an ear flick when she feels that Nicky has stepped too far out of line. These ear flicks have been witnessed to be quite effective and Jenny should be commended for developing this most difficult of skills. Jenny came on horseback all the way from Donegal. It’s not because they don’t have the facilities that we enjoy in the rest of the world, it’s because they are so generous, and they’ve donated them to Carlow because….. Carlow don’t.

    On Saturday night, Emma’s mother was abandoned in our house with a few ounces of milk, a bottle, her knitting, a television, a large supply of tea oh and of course a baby. Again, this was a carefully arranged exit. Ahead of time, we planned to securely lock the living room door and before any profanities could be shouted, we bolted from the house hastily locking the front door and porch behind us. A few seconds later, the area was filled with the sound of a revving car and burning rubber as we retreated for the first independent social gathering since Méabh was born five weeks ago. We met up with Jenny and Nicky for a very nice meal in a local restaurant before adjourning for a single non-alcoholic beverage back at their hotel. It was an early night for some but a very enjoyable night for everyone. When we returned to the house, Méabh had already been taught four styles of knitting! I asked her about it but Mammies funny faces had her in stiches so I didn’t get much out of her.

    Because of the remastering of the master piece that had been finished but now had to be remastered, Emma’s mother spent over twelve hours straight trying to complete the finishing touches. Emma was also working hard adding buttons to the christening dress, making the bonnet and adding the decoration to the icing on the christening cake. I felt utterly useless so to keep out of the way, I went to bed. That was actually very effective! You should try it some time. At 3 in the morning, I awoke to find them both still at it. I pleaded with them to take a break but they had their minds set on finishing everything. Fortunately, Emma made enough progress so she was happy to get some sleep for a few hours. I’m glad she did! Could you imagine if she hadn’t slept? I’d probably have been stabbed with a pallet knife by now! I didn’t even know what a pallet knife was until Saturday by the way.

    Anyway, the Sun pushed the darkness out of the way on Sunday morning and the day started as it sometimes does. Preparations continued. Méabh had a bath, we showered and Nama got groomed. The house was filthy but we were clean! Emma’s father came over and as previously arranged, I went with him to where we would celebrate after the official part of the christening was over. I wanted to set up the amplification so that music was playing for people when they arrived. I knew that we would be a little late getting there from the church so it would be nice to put some thought into how the place was presented. After that, it was a downhill freewheel until the big event.

    At 1PM we arrived in St. Peters church in West Street. Ten and a half months earlier we were married in this same church so it was really nice to go back so soon to christen our first child. St. Peters is also where my grandparents on my mother’s side were married 56 years ago. It’s a spectacular church right in the centre of Drogheda but it now holds a lot of meaning for us. When I walked in, I was a little worried as the church was empty aside from people that we had invited to the christening. Usually there can be up to ten babies christened at one time so I expected the church to be a hive of activity. To our delight, we were told that Méabh was the only baby to be christened. Father Jim came out to us a short time later and began the service.

    Now, I am not a religious person. I’m not going to go into it. Everyone has the right to their beliefs or lack thereof. I respect every belief but I don’t share them. Getting Méabh christened was something that I felt I had to allow happen. Of course, Emma had an equal say in this. What I mean is, although I don’t share the same beliefs as the church, I recognise the impact of not having a baby baptised. This impact manifests itself socially in early years when other children are preparing for communion and confirmation but it can have other ramifications in later years for marriage and even a funeral. It would be irresponsible for me to preclude my child from the conventions, and benefits that others in the country share by default because I don’t have the same religious beliefs. It is very unfortunate but that’s the reality as I see it. If the decision impacted me alone, I would not allow myself to be influenced like this but for Méabh, Emma and everyone else in my family, I embrace the religious ceremonies. Now, I’m sorry if this insulted anyone. It wasn’t my intention. The point I am actually trying to make here is, unknown to Father Jim, he made the Baptism of Méabh a very special occasion for me right from the start. He began by saying that a christening is a welcome. It is a welcome to Méabh into our community, into our lives and into our hearts. I felt that it was a lovely way to put it. I believe that church is a necessary social construct that has bound us for thousands of years. I don’t know if the god concept is accurate but I do believe that life is better when people share and contribute to a community. There were about 55 people at the christening yesterday most of whom hadn’t seen Méabh before. The christening was a way of introducing Méabh to them and a way for them to welcome Méabh into our community. That opening sentence for me changed the act of baptism from a pointless tick box filling exercise into a celebration that had a lot of meaning and relevance.

    The church part of the celebration finished before 2PM and after what felt like an eternity of picture taking and poses, we left to go to the function room in the Thatch. We had some food and music organized there so it was a really nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon. One of the highlights of the afternoon for me was definitely meeting up with Andrew and Trudy again. Because I’ve been so busy, I haven’t had any time for socializing or playing music so I hadn’t played a few tunes with them since August!

    The rest as they say is history. Méabh Caitlín Ní Éiligh was christened in St. Peters church in West Street Drogheda on Sunday 17th November 2013 at 1PM. Godfather is Nicky and god mother is Josie. Incidentally, it was Josie that was Emma’s brides made and Nicky who was my best man at our wedding on New Year’s Eve.

    I’m sure I can speak for Emma as well when I thank absolutely every single person who helped and who came to Méabh’s christening yesterday. It was better than either of us could have hoped and I am delighted that so many were there to welcome our daughter into the world and into our community.

  • Thanks Méabh.

    It has been a difficult week in a lot of ways. Mainly because of work but also because by the time I get home, Méabh simply wants to feed or sleep. I have been missing all the activity during the day and when I change her for preparation for feeding in the evening, she launches into hysterics.

    It’s unlikely but I think she’s been picking up on my stress in some ways. I have a lot going on in work at the moment and by the time I get home, honestly, I’m in no mood for minding a baby. That’s not good and it’s not what I wanted at this stage but that’s life. Méabh is my responsibility and I have to make time for her even when I’ve been working for 16 hours straight and I feel like doing nothing other than sleeping.

    Tonight was a little different. I got to work at 9:30AM and I finished at 7PM. Instead of going straight home, I met up with a few friends in Dublin for a pint or two and that was enough to let the week’s problems wash away for a while. I got home at around 9:30 and by 11PM I could tell Emma was really ready for a good night’s sleep. So I told her to go on up and that I’d change Méabh the next time she started looking for a feed to allow Emma to actually go to bed without anything to worry about.

    Emma is brilliant. Because I’m working such long hours, she encouraged me to sleep in Méabh’s room for a lot of days this week. I really want to make sure that I return the favour this weekend by allowing her to get as much rest as possible.

    That’s not really what this post is about though. Ordinarily when I change Méabh, she screams the place down and wiggles about like a fish on a hook. Tonight, when I changed her at about 10 past 2 in the morning, she was of course hungry and therefore searching for Emma but the straining against the change of nappy and clothes was much more manageable. In fact, she even paused from time to time when I was buttoning up her baby grow. The main thing she doesn’t like is when I’m getting her hands in to the arm holes but she’s the same with Emma as well.

    It was just a huge relief that she wasn’t over difficult for me.

    I know that after two weeks I should be fine with all this kind of thing but I’m so afraid of hurting her that when she cries because of a change of clothes, I’m always afraid that I’m doing something wrong.

    This whole having a daughter thing is hard but not for the reasons I thought it would be. I’m constantly worried! My ears are ultra-sensitive to her breathing, I’m noticing all her little movements and changes and I’m constantly worried that I’m doing something wrong. Of course, every person who has had a child is assuring me that this is all natural. It’s a pity they didn’t warn me that I’d be this afraid before she was born!

    Anyway, I just wanted to say Thanks Méabh. You’ve given me a bit of hope that I’m not doing this completely wrong.

  • I qualified with Nama this day last year.

    Today 18th October marks one year since I qualified with my third guide dog. As any follower of this blog or my updates on various social networks will already know, it has been one hell of a year. In fairness to you, I’ve been saying that almost every year for about five or six years. This past year has been life changing though. Let’s see. I qualified with Nama, I got married, I went on honeymoon and experienced things people could only dream of, I found out I was going to be a father, I changed job and finally I became a father to our beautiful daughter Méabh. Yes. It really has been one hell of a year!

    Of course I would have done all this without Nama by my side but it wouldn’t have been half as enjoyable or easy. As I’ve always said, Nama is a bullet proof, resourceful, independent, intelligent, obedient and loyal companion and guide dog. Over both Freddie and Ike he can handle more work, more changes and more upheavals. However, one thing I will say is he’s not gentle at all. I know Ike would be a lot more cautious and a lot easier going around now. Nama is really hardy but he expects everyone else to be hardy as well. That’s the way I like him though.

    I’ve written before here about what Nama has been doing in his first year so I won’t repeat myself. Since September however Nama’s work load has really decreased. I have been working a lot from home so I’ve had to artificially boost his work day. I think this has been a very unwelcome change from his perspective because he was really enjoying the work load I was giving him every day. The exercise was also doing us both a lot of good but overall, commuting every day was not doing my personal life or social life any favours. I’ve been commuting for the past ten years so although it’s not really the best thing for Nama, I have to do what’s right for me and my new family. It’s something that continues to weigh very heavily on my mind though.

    Nama is full of energy. His idea of a perfect life seems to be an equal balance of constant play and work. With the changes in my work life and the even bigger changes in my personal and family life, poor Nama’s needs have been pushed to one side. I’m really hoping that things will balance out again. Until then, I’m feeling very guilty because he really deserves more than I’m giving him at the moment.

    That’s really what this post is about.

    With all the changes that we have gone through in the past year, I’m really finding it difficult to juggle everything at once. Take today for example. We were over in my parents’ house for an hour or two. I had to go over to look at a computer problem that my mother encountered last night but because she had cleaned the house this morning I felt bad bringing Nama with me. He has been shedding a lot lately and the fact that I haven’t really had or taken the time to groom him regularly over the past two weeks really hasn’t helped. Anyway, we got back to the house after a while and I knew Nama would be very happy to see us. Ordinarily I’d spend the first few minutes giving him attention, letting him relieve himself and generally making it worth his while waiting for me to get back but today, it was raining and Emma’s not really herself yet so I had to open the house, go back to the car to bring the baby stuff in, go back again to bring in some shopping and then go back to dispose of some recyclable waste that was left over from the packaging. All this was probably done within about five minutes because I ran in and out as fast as I possibly could but I felt very guilty as Nama was moaning and crying in the living room waiting for me to go in to him. I have so many things to do at the moment from taking care of the baby, taking care of Emma and taking care of Nama that unfortunately, for the moment Nama needs to take less of a priority for a while. This leaves absolutely no time for me of course and when I have time to myself, I have absolutely no motivation left to actually get any work done. I’ve taken on some work outside my nine to five work but I’m so far behind that it seems like an absolutely impossible task. I know that it’s just that I’ve taken on a bit more than I can handle at the moment but unfortunately it’s meaning that I’m feeling particularly bad and guilty for poor Nama. Mainly because he’s been so good in his first year of work that I think I should be doing better for him.

    Reading back over that it sounds like a poor me post. It’s not. Things will get better. I’ll find more time for Nama and my priorities will get back on track again. For the moment I don’t think I will ever get out of this busy stressful stage but I know it will happen eventually.

    The extra money that I’m trying to raise will go into finishing a big chunk of work that I want to do before the end of the year. I know that when it’s all done all of this will be worth it.

  • It’s a baby!

    So, here I am at a quarter to 2 in the morning just over a week after our first baby was born finally motivating myself to write about the labour, and the time immediately after it.

    Unlike most blog posts that I write, I know exactly where to start on this one so I suppose it’s a bit easier than usual.

    After passing the due date of the 28th of September, the doctors decided that it would be a good idea to let nature run its course for another 10 days but after that it would be advisable to have the labour induced. This wasn’t something that we really liked the idea of for obvious reasons but after getting a few different opinions, we deferred to the experience of our medical team. Inducing a labour is quite safe. It’s not as complicated a procedure as you might think but unfortunately, there are a lot of horror stories out there and the contraction pains can be more intense. There is a risk that if the pregnancy continues ten days after the due date, the placenta can start to break down increasing the chances of babies being still born exponentially each day. That’s why in Drogheda pregnancies only go 14 days over the due date before doctors strongly advise that an induction is started. In other hospitals it’s 10 days, in some hospitals they’ll allow the pregnancy to go 28 days overdue. It’s all about monitoring and measuring the risks.

    We arrived in the hospital at 2PM on Tuesday the 8th of October. A very friendly nurse led us to Emma’s room and gave us a detailed run down of what to expect during the procedure. They applied a jell substance twice and if contractions don’t proceed normally a drip is attached to administer a hormone called oxytocin. By the second application of the jell Emma was feeling very strong labour pains. By 10 past 12 on Wednesday morning we were reasonably certain that she had gone into labour and that it would only be a matter of time. Unfortunately, reasonably certain isn’t really good enough. The jell can have a side effect of causing pains similar to labour so the mid wife wasn’t able to tell for sure. Too much monitoring can actually lead to complications so a lot of time was spent hoping that the pains were natural and not a side effect of the jell. At just after 2AM I decided that if I was to be of any help for the rest of the day I needed to try to get some sleep so I left the hospital to make the short journey to my parents’ house about 2 minutes away. A lot of good it did me though as by the time I got there got the dog sorted and relaxed and actually got into bed it was about 3AM. Of course I couldn’t sleep either because I was far too nervous, worried, anxious and excited so when the phone rang at 29 minutes past 6 and I heard Emma’s urgent call to come to the hospital it took me no time at all to leap out of bed, throw on some clothes and wake my sister Céataí. I knew she was the best person to call because it would take her no time to be ready to give me a lift to the hospital. I was right! I knocked on her door and was met with the response of “You need a lift?” By 6:44AM the dog had been fed, he had pee’d and poo’d and I was over in the hospital in Emma’s room getting an update from the mid wife. Not bad ay? 15 minutes from bed to hospital room!

    Although the mid wife didn’t want to examine Emma to see if labour had progressed, she was quite confident that we’d be down in the labour ward by 8AM. Unfortunately, they couldn’t provide the pain relief that Emma preferred in the anti natal area so Emma needed to wait until we moved down to the labour ward to get the gas and air. For some reason, we didn’t get down to the labour ward until nearly 10AM. Emma was quite anxious to receive the pain relief at this stage but although I could tell how difficult it was for her, she wasn’t very vocal so I don’t think the nurses, doctors or mid wives really understood. In one way this was probably the best thing that could have happened. Another woman in the labour ward was very vocal so a lot of fuss was made of her and Emma was left to one side for about an hour. I actually thought that the other person was further on through labour compared to Emma because of the way she was handling things but it turned out that Emma was quite a bit ahead of her. When the mid wife and doctor examined Emma they were surprised to find that the jell had done a great job and it was unlikely that the hormone drip would be required. Emma was well on her way through labour and I think it really hit home to the medical team how well she was handling the pain. Seriously. This isn’t something I can say enough. Emma didn’t make one sound during contractions or at any stage during labour. She used the breathing techniques that we practised at home and the gas sand air through most of labour. Considering the whole thing lasted a tiny bit under 18 hours this is absolutely remarkable in my opinion. At the start I thought themedical team were boosting Emma’s confidence by telling her how relaxed she looked and how well she was handling things but when our daughter was born and I let myself take in everything going on around me I was amazed at how many women were shouting, screaming, coursing and complaining. Please please please don’t get me wrong. I haven’t experienced labour. Obviously. I haven’t a clue what women go through. I am absolutely certain without any hint of doubt that it is the most painful thing anyone can ever go through. I have more respect for women now than I ever did because honestly, I don’t think a man would have the stamina that women show during this process. Especially when they are as strong as Emma and they refuse the stronger pain relief. I just couldn’t get over the fact that Emma stayed so relaxed throughout the whole thing. Her response to this is “their using more energy by screaming, coursing and shouting. I didn’t have that energy to waste”. In fairness, I think that’s just Emma being modest. I really just didn’t realize how well she was doing until the end. Since then it has been a constant source of amazement for me and I am very proud of her for it. Anyway, getting back to the labour. By about 1PM she was half way there but we had a good few hours left. I made arrangements for Céataí to come down to the hospital while I went off to grab a cup of coffee and something to eat. I asked Céataí to go to the hospital because although she’s my youngest sister at only 18 years young, she’s one of the most level headed people I know and I knew she would be a very calming influence. Not that was needed of course. It was great though because I knew I could go for a half an hour, let the dog relax, let myself relax and be fully confident that Emma was there with someone I could trust and rely on. Not that I couldn’t rely on y other two sisters but you know what I mean.

    When I got back at around half 1 nothing had changed so we had to wait until the next scheduled check at nearly 3PM. Unfortunately very little progress had been made so a small dose of the Oxytocin hormone needed to be administered. They had only applied this when much more rapid progress was made. Within an hour Emma was feeling very different contractions. I don’t want to get into too much detail to respect her privacy but by 20 to 6 we were moved into a private birthing room for the conclusion of the labour. This is basically where the pregnant woman is fully dilated to 10CM and she can begin to push. It’s called the second stage. We got in to the room, I got the dog sorted, took out the clothes etc. for the baby and as if on cue, Emma started to get the urge to push so I was needed by her side again. When the mid wife had verified that she was fully dilated, Emma was given the go ahead to begin pushing. This is kind of strange but again, I won’t go into too much detail but it’s not at all what I expected. It’s much harder for the woman than I ever anticipated. Every single muscle in her body was used during this stage but at the same time as it was excruciating, I got the sense from her that it was a much more natural feeling than she had felt all through stage one of the labour. Pushing is made even more difficult because for the majority of the time, the woman pushes but at the end of the contraction, the baby goes back through the pelvis so it probably feels like all that effort was for nothing. Eventually though, it passes around the corner or the lump in the pelvis and much more progress is made. At this stage they say that the baby his crowned. Again, I’m really trying not to say too much here because it’s hard to describe this but also be very conscious of not embarrassing Emma. I have to say though one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard in my life was when the baby had crowned the mid wife was able to show this to Emma using a mirror. Emma’s reaction was priceless. She said without missing a breath “wow that’s mad isn’t it!” Obviously, I couldn’t really laugh because a second later I was needed again but at the end of it I certainly did. The baby was born at 6:52PM on Wednesday the 9th of October. As soon as it was born the baby was placed on Emma’s chest. This skin to skin contact is really important as it helps to regulate the baby’s heart beat and temperature. It will be useful up to about seven months. Obviously after the baby is 6 weeks old its temperature is more regulated by clothes but until then skin to skin contact is very important. Sorry, I’m rambling off topic again. Next, the mid wife clamped the umbilical chord on two ends. She then handed me a scissors and guided my hand to allow me to cut it. I was nervous about doing this of course but when they offered to let me do it I hesitantly said yes. It’s not something that many fathers get to do so I was very thankful to be given the opportunity. Cutting the umbilical chord isn’t as easy as you might think. It’s not a simple cut. You cut a few times before finally getting through it. I thought I wasn’t doing it right after a few times but Emma and the mid wife strongly encouraged me to keep going because they could obviously see that I was making progress. I’m really thankful that I did it now. After this the mid wife gave Emma the opportunity to tell me the sex of the baby. I thought this was really nice because obviously most fathers would be able to tell when the mother checks. It meant a lot that the mid wife gave Emma the pleasure of telling me that we had a daughter. She was then taken away to a corner for a few minutes to be weighed, cleaned up and given a top to tow check. This is a standard procedure for all babies born in almost every hospital. Fortunately, in Drogheda the facility for this is also in the birthing room so the baby is never taken away from its mother. I think this is very important and it takes less time so the baby is returned very quickly.

    When all of that was done and Emma was given something to eat and drink, a nurse took Emma to have a shower and I was left with our daughter. This for me was something that I was terrified about for weeks. I didn’t know how I was going to handle minding a new born that had only been introduced to the world moments earlier. Fortunately, it was no bother at all. She had fed a few minutes before but she was still searching for another feed but when I ran out of ideas to get her to stop searching I tried some skin to skin contact. It probably looked really strange if someone had walked into the room to see a topless man walking around with a new born baby but it worked like magic. She curled up in my arms and went to sleep very peacefully. A mid wife that I was speaking to a day later said this was actually the best thing to do. The baby needs to learn that every skin to skin contact doesn’t mean that it’s time to be fed and comfort can be given by me as well. In saying that, for a baby, she’s particularly easy to keep happy. Just interact with her when she’s awake, keep her nappy clean and when she’s hungry, pass her over to her mother to be fed.

    Being the amazingly thoughtful wife that we all know that she is, Emma suggested back in August that we call our baby Méabh if we had a girl. This means a lot to my family as my granny’s name Is Maeve. As I have said very publicly on this website, Facebook and Twitter, my granny is a legendary woman. She is one of a kind. More people in Drogheda and Ireland have benefited from her work than will ever understand. From working for the elderly, to campaigning for better facilities in hospitals, getting houses built for those who need them and being instrumental in the creation of a woman’s refuge she has been involved in hundreds of efforts that have had a tangible and long lasting positive impact on our community. It’s a shame in a lot of ways that she continues to be a very private woman. She refuses to allow us to publicise all of her accomplishments. Calling our daughter Méabh is our little way of honouring what she has done. We’re just glad that my granny said yes and allowed us to use her name!

    There you have it. I hope I’ve given you enough information without offending or embarrassing Emma.

    Failte Méabh You’re keeping us up until all hours but we’re glad you’re finally here.

    Before I finish, there are a few people I really want to thank. They will never read this but I want to have their names written down so we don’t forget who were the most helpful. Thanks to Deirdre, the main mid wife during labour and Catherine her student who may have actually done more work under Deirdre’s direction. She certainly did more of the paper work. The two of them were calm, very descriptive, respectful and informal. They also loved Nama and they went out of their way to ensure that I was comfortable having him there. Not once during the labour did anyone in the hospital even so much as speak to him but when I wasn’t sure if he should be there or not they assured both of us that it was absolutely fine. I also need to say another very special thanks to Emily. Emily was the mid wife on the post natal ward. Unlike some of the doctors and consultants she took the time to talk through all of our options with us. When I challenged a decision of a doctor or consultant she explained to me in a very un patronizing way why I might want to reconsider or if I was right she gave us good reasons as to why we shouldn’t take the standard advice. I strongly believe in not taking everything that doctors or consultants say as hard fact until I have heard it from at least two people. People like Emily agreed with this and took the time to describe why decisions had been made. I may not have always agreed with them but once I was given the facts I was happy to go along. In my humble opinion, it would have been irresponsible to blindly accept recommendations just because one consultant had that particular opinion. Because as I’ve come to understand, most of the conclusions reached by medical practitioners is based on theory and trial and error. This is obviously based on a great understanding and in most cases a lot of experience but our baby is no test subject. Just like we are not test subjects. I don’t believe in medicating every problem because that doesn’t solve it in all situations. It just cures the symptoms. Take the vitamin D tablets that parents are advised to give to babies for the first year. I believe this is an one for all fix. Vitamin D helps calcium get absorbed into the body. It is naturally created when the body is exposed to sun light. The theory is that in Ireland we don’t have enough sun light so children don’t have enough vitamin D. I firstly asked how then have children had enough vitamin D for the past few thousand years. One person finally told me that it’s because children don’t spend enough time outside now so to fix this problem the tablets should be administered. Simple answer to that? Stop medicating the problem and fix it by encouraging society to spend more time outside and assist with this by promoting community activities and investing in outdoor hobbies such as walking and cycling. It was also pointed out to me that Ireland is now a malty cultural society so babies who have dark skin may not receive enough light from our sun for vitamin D to be created as the pigment of their skin requires more light in order for this to happen. Obviously because in countries that receive more sun during the year their bodies don’t need as much vitamin D to be created when they get a glimpse of the sun.

    I was going to end it here but its 9:30 in the morning. No, I didn’t write all through the night. I fell asleep for a few hours about two paragraphs ago. Méabh actually slept for six hours! Before you start jumping up and down with happiness, she fed for about four hours solid before that. I think Emma thought she was never going to get some sleep but feeding and all that kind of thing is a topic for the next blog post. I was reminded to say how well Nama handled labour, the birth and the day’s just afterword. So, to keep this brief, he was absolutely brilliant. The days were long, the routine went all over the place and I couldn’t really give him the attention he would normally receive. It was the kind of work load that you’d give a guide dog that was four or five and well able to handle really different situations but for Nama, although he needs a lot of play time, for about a week he had very little and he did exceptionally well. I can’t explain it adequately really. He learned his way around the parts of the hospital that I needed to find, he gave me the confidence and independence to get to the hospital within minutes of getting a call, he got the occasional rub from Emma while she was in labour and then he sat under a chair or a table for another few hours while I attended to Emma and patiently waited for Méabh to arrive. It’s not something that I’d recommend for every guide dog user because it’s a fine line between having the dog as a mobility aid and keeping the dog out of the way of the meidcal staff and of course. Out of your way as well. When your trying to be by the side of your wife the last thing you need to consider is how your guide dog is keeping. It worked for me but it may not work for me the next time and it may or may not work for you as well. Just be warned.

  • 40 weeks. D day should be soon.

    Technically Emma is 40 weeks and 4 days through the pregnancy. I say technically because it would seem from a little research that doctors get it wrong more times than not when predicting the due date. So, although we’re a little anxious, frustrated and impatient, we’re not at all concerned that we’re still waiting for wiggles to arrive. Yes. Wiggles. It’s the name I’ve given the baby since around thirteen weeks. You’d understand if you had felt some of the movements I’ve felt.

    We have names picked of course. We’ll not be writing them here just yet.

    \I actually wasn’t going to blog about much of this because it’s a very private thing however, as has been pointed out to me, some people use video, some use photographs and others use audio. I tend to use written accounts of things that happened years ago to bring back memories. So, I’m going to write from time to time here with an update. If it’s of interest to you I’m delighted. If not, Tuff.

    Pregnancy is absolutely amazing isn’t it? From talking to friends for years who have gone through the beginnings of fatherhood, I had this idea that pregnant women were hormonal, hard to live with and very volatile. I couldn’t have been any more wrong. Emma has been fine throughout the entire thing. Of course, she has had her up’s and down’s but I really have to say that she has handled it all brilliantly. She’s exercised when needed, she’s eaten and drank properly and she has followed every piece of advice that the doctors have given her.

    I really never knew or understood anything to do with pregnancy before. Of course, like most people, various women have grabbed my hand and insisted that I feel their stomach when their unborn baby was having a bit of a dance but I was far too uncomfortable with that to actually grasp the gravity of it. It’s amazing when you consider the transition. Seven months ago, I started to feel the bump form. Then I felt tiny little movements that felt more like vibrations. Then I felt the kicks. It’s been incredible. No, that word is too used. It is actually nothing less than awesome to feel a life evolve. I’m a little jealous of women as they get to experience this miracle first hand. I’m also more than a little bit proud of Emma for going through this with such confidence and grace. I know it must be really difficult. I know that she wants to be as active as she is ordinarily and I know that she is living for that day when she can hold our baby in her arms but she has been great throughout the entire pregnancy.

    We are very fortunate to have great friends and family around us so when the time comes we have no shortage of numbers to call. Emma’s not all that comfortable with me driving her over to the hospital when she’s in labour and I’m sure a few of you are going to take her side so it’s quite handy that we have a lot of people around to are very eager to help. Having people around is also great as it has meant we have more than enough places to store all the paraphernalia needed for the average baby. I think we have everything that we need now. Buggy, baby monitor, swing chair thing, clothes, baby furniture, more clothes, bottles, more clothes, a Moses basket and a baby carrier. That’s only what I can think of off the top of my head.

    So there you have it. We’re almost there. I’ll have another post shortly.

  • Pregnancy update

    Someone on Twitter recently asked me how Emma is doing and how the pregnancy was getting on. So I thought I should write a brief update.

    We’re 29 weeks in now and all is looking good. We don’t know the sex of the baby yet and nor do we want to. Some things are better left as a surprise I think.

    We’ve had a few scans at this stage as you might expect. A few done by the hospital and a few less sophisticated ones where the heart beat can be heard by Emma’s GP. I have to say one thing. People kept telling me that it would become more real to me when I heard the heartbeat. I have to say that I didn’t get any sudden bolt of realization and no penny suddenly dropped for me. I think I realized the gravity of the whole thing very early on so hearing the heart beat just reaffirmed that. I have no doubt that my feelings on the entire thing will change when the baby is born of course.

    I was a little struck at the lack of centralized access to Emma’s records when we had our early visits to the hospital and I had a bit of an argument with the first mid wife that we met. She was of the opinion that we don’t live in a perfect world so it was simply the reality of the situation that not all records were available to all areas of the hospital. I really wasn’t happy with this. Surely records or notes that are recorded in one department should be available to all other departments. That still seems strange to me. How can you care for someone properly when you don’t have all the facts? They learned very quickly that day that I will not be quietened by vague answers. Not that there was anything wrong of course but let’s face it, during a pregnancy you can’t take any chances. It’s really important that nurses and doctors make the right decisions if problems arise. How can they do that effectively with any kind of certainty if they don’t have all the facts available to them?

    Anyway, putting my rant aside, we’ve been taking the advice of doctors by enjoying this pregnancy as they put it. We’re getting out during the weekends, socializing and making the most of time together. We know that for a while after the baby is born things will be a little hectic and if we’re lucky enough to go through future pregnancies then we won’t have the freedom that we’re enjoying now.

    I asked Emma to write a guest blog post but unfortunately, she won’t do it.

    Do you have any suggestions for names? We’re looking for Irish names and it’s not the easiest thing to do. Fortunately, we’re mostly in agreement of names that we do and don’t like.

    11 weeks left!

  • Big big news in a little little bundle.

    Well its crazy isn’t it? The past year has been absolutely brilliant for me. When the bells rang out for the New Year on January 1st 2012 I decided that that year was going to bring me something more than 2011 or 2010. It certainly didn’t disappoint. In January of last year I sent my parents off on a holiday to celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary, I finally proposed to my now wife Emma, we organized our wedding for new years eve of last year and now another thing has slotted into place for us.

    Of course, I can’t forget that in October I also trained with my new guide dog Nama. He has given me a freedom and independence that I really missed since Freddie retired back in 2010.

    However, that’s not why I’m writing today. Now, I’m writing to tell you on this blog before it is posted to any other social media that Emma is pregnant and in September, all going well, we will have our first child. We had the first scan today and everything seems to be going very well.

    We have told three people outside our parents before today and I should take this opportunity to thank these three people for not letting the cat out of the bag. It was very important to us that we be allowed to spread the fantastic news when the time was right.

    It’s been hard keeping this to myself. I’ve wanted to shout it from the roof tops since I found out in January.

    I love children. Of course, I am very aware of the challenge ahead but I can’t wait for it. However, regardless how happy I am, I’m more happy for Emma. She was born to have children. Anyone who knows her will agree with me that she is a natural. She seems to know what they are thinking before they have even thought it. I can’t wait for her to be a mother because I know she’s going to be an amazing one.

    So there you have it. Isn’t it funny? Ten years ago when I started DigitalDarragh.com the last thing that I ever thought would happen is that I’d become a daddy. It’s not something that I’ve warmed to overnight either. It’s something that I’ve only known I wanted in the past two or three years! Even then, and even now, I’m absolutely terrified. Will I be good enough? Will I be able to financially provide for a child? Will I be able to give her or him everything a sighted father would be able to provide? I know that last one might seem stupid to a lot of you but all of these questions and a lot more are racing through my head. I am worried by the questions but this worry is overshadowed by the delight I feel at the prospect of having a son or daughter with Emma.