Twenty-five days after Liam was born, we got to take him home. Valerie was ecstatic about having him there. I'd been around for the last two and a half weeks at the hospital with her, and even though I'd felt confident in the hospital, the thought of having him home gave me goose bumps and my self-confidence was zilch. What do I know about being a dad?
Watching Valerie with him gave me a lot of satisfaction. She was a natural, and I'd never once heard her complain about being tired, sore or any of the other things she must have been feeling both physically and emotionally. Of course, I helped as much as I could, but at that stage, it consisted mainly of lying with him on my chest and changing diapers.
Valerie's parents, Kayden and Amber were amazing. They'd take turns of walking Liam around the grounds while Val and I caught a nap sometimes. That kept me sane with the night feeds. Apart from that Valerie insisted on taking care of Liam ourselves.