Ok guys here is the good news: since yesterday May 4 of 2010 at 10:30 AM I'm father of a healthy boy, 3,5kg weight , rather quiet, very hairy and red as a beetroot, until now not really communicative but very sleepy.
I can't say how does it feel to be father, the whole thing is still too strange and irreal for me: is it true that I'm a father and that little "redskin" is my son? I can't believe it yet. Does he look like me now? Nay! May he change and have my looks? Yea! Is that Ok? NV.
I just could touch him with my finger tips because I've an awful cold since last week end, so I couldn't take the little one in my arms but my friend did it and he was really moved and excited (I mean my friend, not the baby, this one staid cool). I enjoyed to see they get both on well. Question: what roll is going to play my friend ? Uncle, best second man, tutor, baby sitter? Hhmm, let's say he will be the "joker" in the game! That will be quite convenient for all!
The poor mother was exhausted -a girl from Munich rooted in Berlin with her russian girlfriend- and had intense pains every single time she moved, the birth was a really hard experience although she is a very brave woman.
The baby ignored me the whole time, he didn't even noticed the flowers we brought him, he just wanted to sleep and made a grimace of disgust when we took a picture of him, definitely he dislikes paparrazzis, he's a real star.
What's next? Well first of all I have to realise that I'm a father, it is not a chimera, it is a fact of 3,5 Kg, black hair and red face. Fairy tales become from time to time true, I happen to be lucky bastard Geppetto.
And after that, well I have to wait until the mother is fit again and then we decide about a name. (The catholic calender celebrates on May 4 Saint Ricardo, Gotardo, Venerio, Nancto, Peregrino, Paulino and Florian, really crazy names but I guess the boy will not enjoy any one of them when he is older). The rest will be a question of time and daily life.
