That 6 week rule is just a sick joke invented by doctors, the value is six alright, but months or years is the correct unit of measure.
I have never in my life witnessed what I call a more violent miracle than that of birth. My wife delivered both of our sons without drugs of any kind (partially due to the fact the labor was so quick). I did find a new respect for women being at the births of my children. After you exeperience (literally) first hand what you're about to go through, it will change your life permanently in so many ways.
You can neither hold back the tears of joy, the horror of joy, nor the unbearable urge to just lie down and mentally and physically rest and yet in your heart you know you have about 18 years ahead of you of this rollercoaster and it doesn't ever stop: there is no rest. This ironically however yields the most important and I'm guessing the most memorable years in my life.
On my death bed I will no doubt remember most of all walking the hallways doing the ``daddy bounce'' swaying from exhaustion trying to keep the little one upright yet sleepy while I could have sworn my back was about to give way and my arms fall off their tendons from hours of holding; yet those close moments yield happy children when 5 months later they sit up look at you and laugh uncontrollably out of pure happiness to be alive.
I can some it up by saying ``I never knew how to really smile until I did so to my children.''
Now, how's the weather this time of year in Toroweap, and you'd really suggest taking a sat phone, eh?
