Sorry for not posting recently. What with the Baby, a busy time at work and other bits and pieces, unfortunately my blog fell by the wayside. This does not mean that I completely forgot about you, dear readers :) Sarah is a month old tomorrow. I thought I'd post about the experience I've had as a new father with an implant.

Maria came before my final plunge to an auditory abyss. But even then, I was still struggling to see what was going on. At one time Maria was struggling - the birth was a tough one, and she was getting distressed. Although I sensed the undercurrents and could see the worried looks on the midwives' faces, what they were saying was lost to me. To say that I was scared stiff is an understatement - I also had to pretend that everything was great to Mandy. Luckily it all went well.

Sarah, on the other hand - could not have been more different. The birth was relatively easy. the baby's heartbeat was reassuringly frantic on the monitor. I was following every word that the midwife was saying. The actual delivery was so smooth I couldn't believe it. After Mandy's epidural, she was feeling pretty tired so she closed her eyes and rested. A few pushes, and we were proud parents for the second time. The range of emotions that came over me were indescribable. I can honestly say that this last year has been absolutely the most varied, frantic, 'high-low' of my life. I think that Sarah's birth was the highlight. Now, I listen to the sounds that my little daughter makes with wonder. She coos, she sighs, she burps, she farts... all those baby sounds that make a small child so adorable, my little mouse does them all - and then some!