Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires. (Francois de La Rochefoucauld)
It's been 4 months since I last added anything to the epic tale of my life...4 very busy months, so I make no apologies for my lapse in sharing myself with you the anonymous reader. It is my hope that Frenchy (above) was correct and not talking out of his arse, if he is correct then my absence should have you all salivating like mad dogs for my posts.
Anyone who has persisted with my tale will know that it tends to jump about a bit, it swings from then to now and back to then again like a pendulum with little or no respect for continuity, and it's away to do it again. It's not 2008 anymore, it's 2011 and we have left the newly wed me behind in Belfast to join the me that has been married for almost three years.
It is the 14th of July and I am now dressed in 'scrubs' and sitting in a chair in the operating theatre of Ninewells hospital's Labour ward. My wife and I are at the end of a 46 hour marathon. Alison is, finally, perfectly relaxed..but then with 50% of your body paralized by a spinal block, it's hard to feel uncomfortable.
Our son is about to arrive.
Much like his father, he showed early signs of not doing anything unless he felt like it, and no amount of coaxing, birthing pools, birthing balls, gas, curses or tears were going to force him to make an appearence. In the end...force was required, as has oft been the case with his father.
Samael Vincent was finally dragged head first into the world clamped firmly in the grip of forceps at 01:16 pm on the 16th of July 2011.
1223 – Louis VIII becomes King of France upon the death of his father, Philip II of France.
1789 – French Revolution: citizens of Paris storm the Bastille.Anyone who has persisted with my tale will know that it tends to jump about a bit, it swings from then to now and back to then again like a pendulum with little or no respect for continuity, and it's away to do it again. It's not 2008 anymore, it's 2011 and we have left the newly wed me behind in Belfast to join the me that has been married for almost three years.
It is the 14th of July and I am now dressed in 'scrubs' and sitting in a chair in the operating theatre of Ninewells hospital's Labour ward. My wife and I are at the end of a 46 hour marathon. Alison is, finally, perfectly relaxed..but then with 50% of your body paralized by a spinal block, it's hard to feel uncomfortable.
Our son is about to arrive.
Much like his father, he showed early signs of not doing anything unless he felt like it, and no amount of coaxing, birthing pools, birthing balls, gas, curses or tears were going to force him to make an appearence. In the end...force was required, as has oft been the case with his father.
Samael Vincent was finally dragged head first into the world clamped firmly in the grip of forceps at 01:16 pm on the 16th of July 2011.
1223 – Louis VIII becomes King of France upon the death of his father, Philip II of France.
1881 – Billy the Kid is shot and killed by Pat Garrett outside Fort Sumner.
1958 – Iraqi Revolution: in Iraq the monarchy is overthrown by forces led by Abdul Karim Kassem.
1965 – The Mariner 4 flyby of Mars takes the first close-up photos of another planet.
A son.
It's hard to express how I felt when he finally decided to show face, but at the moment he was delivered I was so extremely happy that I couldn't cry. Strange that. I wanted to, a tear formed but then the happiness was so intense that my whole face seemed to lock up. Finally I had an heir, someone to carry on the name for another generation.
My father's name was Vincent. Vincent Herbert George to be precise, but everyone knew him as Sam. There's a story to that, but it's not for sharing..it's his tale and he's no longer here to tell it. I wanted to pay tribute to Dad, and the biggest tribute I could pay was to give my son two of his names.
I chose Samael not just for it's shorthand nod to my father, but also because I like the story behind the name. The Biblical story of a rogue angel, a bit of a bad boy..who despite his poor behaviour remains in the big guy's favour because..well, everyone loves a rogue don't they.
Samael is said to have picked up with Lillith, Adam's first wife who was cast out of Eden for refusing to be a slave to the dopey prick and for giving God the finger when he ordered her to get back into the metaphorical kitchen. I always liked Lillith and she clearly would'nt pick up with any dopey old twat..Samael must've been quite the charmer.
I think it's important to give your child it's own identity, whilst still avoiding 'Beckhamism' (the art of giving your child massively pretentious names because you think it's cool) Naming your child after yourself, or after your favourite actor or actress when the name has already been used to death by everyone else who saw Star wars and loved it, or wanted to hit the hay with Brad Pitt shows a lack of care..a lack of imagination. Trawling popular names lists is also bloody uninventive and downright lazy. You'll not find Samael on the top 100 names list..possibly not the top 1000. It's unique enough that he'll more than likely be the only Samael he'll meet. At least this is my hope.
Anyway..I digress. The little chap weighed in at 7lb 1oz and he was every bit as perfect as I had hoped for. We were home as soon as Alison had handed over enough urine samples to fill the Albert Hall, and I managed to revive our now starving dog before drifting off into a much earned sleep.
All was not well in the world, all is never well in the world, but within the confines of the four walls that I own..things could not have been better if they were sprinkled with the magical tears of Jesus himself.
2 comments:
Nice Homeboy......nice.
i am so proud of you son and your dad is smiling down on you x
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