The impregnator's diary part 5: Wild firing and hot totty

I’m a Dad. I still don’t think it has sunk in, but the milk gushing out of my wife’s breasts during sex confirms that something has indeed changed in our lives. Henry’s first few weeks have been the most amazing, frightening, exhilarating, stressful and rewarding time of my entire life.

Dawn ended up staying in the hospital with Henry for a couple of days while she began her recovery from the Caesarean, which meant that I was restricted to playing a visiting role in our son’s life for a short while. Nevertheless, I was still there to change his first dirty nappy and he dutifully introduced me to the unpredictable targeting of baby penises. Our little fellow’s little fellow fired wildly while his bottom dribbled out a gooey black mess during the split second we weren’t looking. Dawn and I laughed heartily while struggling to staunch the flow from every hole, but we got there in the end.