Who's Your Daddy?

I have been missing in action for a few weeks but for good reason. On September 15, 2008 my wife gave birth to our baby boy – Kingston Hamilton Harrison. So, I thought I would write a little something about my experience.

First things first. I had to determine that the kid was actually mine. My wife doesn’t think this is funny. I kind of think it is!  He looks like me, screams like me, and has hair like me - so I think we are good to go.

It was about 2:00 a.m. on the 15th and my wife tells me she is having contractions. I jumped up out of bed and started running around like a chicken with its head cut off. It was a scene straight out of "I Love Lucy." As I am in total panic mode my wife decides she has enough time to take a shower, do her hair and put on make-up. Are you kidding? Maybe she thought the Paparazzi would be at the hospital. After the primping was done, we were off to Hoag Hospital in Newport Beach, California. Some of the big boys at Delta Global had their kids at Hoag so I figured I would get the special treatment. Everyone seems to roll out the red carpet for Hanlon everywhere he goes so I was hoping for a little fanfare. Didn’t happen! When we arrived they told me I was no Chip Hanlon. Fair enough.

Within a couple of hours, my wife was given her epidural and we were able to get a little shut eye. My wife had a comfortable bed and I was sequestered to a make-shift couch that was the size of a crib. Good times. At 9:00 a.m. the nurse said my wife was ready to start pushing. From the start, I decided I was not going to look and just stay near my wife’s head and give her moral support. At 10:00 a.m. the doctor came in and within minutes Kingston entered the world. 

Once we arrived home, I thought it was going to be smooth sailing. Not so. I soon found myself up to my ears in pee and poop. Worst of all is the sleep deprivation. I haven’t pulled all-nighters since circa 84 but I guess I am getting back to my roots minus the cocktails and rock concerts. To be fair, it is really not that bad. I just like to complain! It is truly amazing how much you can love something you barely even know. It’s crazy to watch how he changes from day to day. I have no doubt he will grow up loving early Van Halen and little people tribute bands.  Let’s just pray he stays away from box wine.

Rock on…

The Real Todd Harrison