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The delivery

So, the boy is more than one-month old by now, and it has been quite a journey, from the beginning. As everything, even his birth was different and contrary to the planned, he’s doing everything differently from the girls.

It started as a normal birth but then the doctors decided that it was time for a C-section – and I was terrified. I hadn’t been used to that kind of things, the girls arrived exactly on the suggested time without any complication, easily, really. And of course, the doctor said three times that

“there’s no need to worry, at all”

and that made me angry, really. Frightened, rather.

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My slogan

For years, whatever happened, I had only one thing to say: “You don’t get to tell me what to do here!” Of course, it was fun, it wasn’t meant to be aggressive or degrading to anyone, it was really only a bloody sentence to say something not appropriate in every situation.

We laughed a lot about it – I remember one occasion when I was in a hotel with Csino, a very good friend of mine, and I don’t know how, but something brought up the line: Simon meets God, and when God wants to say something, Simon says: you don’t get to tell me what to do here!

OK, now that doesn’t sound so funny, but back then it was. I can’t explain it why, but it was. Maybe we were drunker then than now, but I remember that it happened in the morning – although that does not rule out being the alcohol.

Anyway, I have always had some kind of favourite words or expressions, sentences through my life, these things have been following me.

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