See the life that has come unbound

And you’re so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal
Got to bring myself back from the dead

My daughter was born on April 28th. She was premature, for a birth date of May 18th, but the month leading up to her birth are some of the hardest I think any baby could handle. First there was water breaking, then a kidney infection, Finally low amniotic fluid was detected (sixteen days after loss of said fluid).
Essentially my spawn survived for sixteen days in a small, cramped womb, with little amniotic fluid to breathe, eat. She was born via caesarian at 1:33pm on the 28th.
The fight to live was apparent, the stubborness from me and the will from her mother.
All said and done, she’s got a 100% clean bill of health and though she’s smaller, she’s doing just fine.

My wife is the most amazing person I’ve ever known in my life. This is a new experience for the both of us, but I watch as we grow and learn and the shit she goes through on a daily basis, running only on pure passionate love for our child. It’s humbling to say the least. Sometimes it occurs to me that as I’m going through this with her, we’re forming brand new connections through it all. It feels like I’m just getting to know her again, for the first time, but for the millionth time. I couldn’t love someone as much as I love my beautiful, loving wife.

And my daughter? She’s nothing short of gorgeous. A piece of myself that will carry my genetics forward in life, in this world. Even knowing that fighting the urge to say "hey kid, don’t fuck this up" will get stronger as she gets older (only in a more nice -daddy- kind of way)

I’m changing, or changed, as a person. Body, mind and spirit. It’s a newly acquired rendition of an old dusty record…..Speaking of which, though I’ve never considered myself an audiophile, music has twisted for me as well. I don’t want bland, I want good.

I shall collect my thoughts better when my head doesn’t hurt quite as much.