How I became a daddyyyyy

Well sports fans,lets go through how I became a dad... no don wori, I will not tell you how I made my baby and also the long 9mths... Jus the last few days will fill volumes....

Wife went in on Tues to prepare for the surgery and so on... so it was a long day of tests and so on... And then on Wed morning at 9am Japan time... 8am Sg time, I went to the hospital and then they wheeled wife into the op room. The ip was supposed to start at 10am, so when 10.10 came and went... sweat started to fall down my face.... "The doctors said that they would only take 10mins to grab the baby out"... so what the hell is happening????

Then 10.30 came and sweat really started to pour... holy shit... what will I do if something happened to her or the kid???... Hmmmmm I can make N very happy.... muahahahahahahahahaha.....

Then came 10.40.... the nurses wheeled out something that was screaming and crying... kinda reminded me of Alien and the thing that was popping out of the stomach.... "is that my kid??? Man she is UGLYYYY!!!! No mistake... I think the memory will be etched into my skull forever and I think the memory will stay in my mind for a very long time.. though not sure if it is a good one or bad one.... hehehehehehe.... I was fumbling to grab some recording device so that I can take a pic of the face.... in the beginning I was just hopin that I could have a reference so that when I went to visit, I could remember the face.... Ugly though it may be... all babies look alike... and if the nurses mixed up the babies, at least I would be able to recognize mine....

Then baby went to icu.... A while later... out came wife... well she survived.... kinda half hearted about her surviving... hahahahahahaha... So she went to ICU too... now I had a wonderful choice of going to baby or going to wife... well better go to wife because she can produce more children and not bother about the child because she's already cost me so much... hehehehehehe

So I went up with wife to her room and she was babbling worse than a babboon.She was babbling about how scared she was the child miscarried... Must have been the meds lah... that woman has never been too strong with pain... Then later when she came to, she wanted me to personally count the fingers on the hand and feet.... She was afraid that if baby had 6 fingers... I would go and kill a mutual acquaintance and if it had less, she would be in trouble....

So I left her to do her babbling... if there was any counting to be done, I would have wanted to make sure she was a girl and did not have any dick instead of being a boy and having a dick short... not short dick hor....

I went to see baby... and beside her was another baby... In fact by the end of the day... in the baby icu, there were 3 babies... 1 was born the day before and 1 was just after my baby... all were girls.... and I was wondering who was the cutest... I wouldn;t mind stealing the cute one.... Unfortunately.... mine was the cutest... I am not joking or speaking with daddy's pride.. butt ugly though my kid is... she is still better looking than the others....

So I kept wifey company and she kept the pain killer company... Imagine... she still needs meds to keep the pain down even after so many days... I was walking downstairs for a smoke the day after I came out from ICU after my brain op.... maybe that's the reason why I am a bit dumb these few days.....

Second and third day was more or less uneventful.. with wife coming out of ICU and the later baby... But yesterday... baby started to turn yellow.... Damn... I was hoping she won't go into full blown jaundice as this would increase cost again... But luckily she seems to be getting better..

Today, I had the shock of my life... Christina has hair on her back!!!! Damn this kid is wierd... better really check her for the mark of 666.... But I think that the hair will fall or grow finer through time.. if not... I will have to give her money for a nose job, a eye lid job and a back brazilian wax... damn this kid is expensive... she better work her asse off and pay me every damn cent before I allow her to get married.....

She also has quite an appetite.... She had a milk meal and then 10 minutes later screamed for more... Well a growing baby needs her food.... But I find that this is the happiest time in life... eat, shit sleep...