James Ogley

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17-Jan-2007 15:20 GMT: Wednesday

Things I have done today that I had never done before:

Bought baby clothes
Changed a nappy
Dressed a baby

I also was annoyed by an idiotic car park (originally typed carp ark) attendant. That's not unusual though.

Pete and Teresa came up to meet their grandson today which is why I'm at home blogging right now. I'll be going back in later. The good news is that I may have Amanda and Callum home by the weekend apparently.

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17-Jan-2007 00:17 GMT: It's a boy

That's right, I'm now the proud father of a beautiful baby boy. I'll recount the day as best I can remember and then reflect on it, but first the skinny...

Callum Jacob Ogley, born 12:42, 16/1/2007 GMT by Caesarean Section. Weighed in at 7lb 9oz. Mother and baby both doing well.

Many, many thanks for all who have been praying for us and it's good to know I have at least one vote for college children's rep now(!).

Arrived at the hospital bright and early (ok, early) but the section was delayed because the previous ~~victim~~ patient took a lot longer than was anticipated. The section itself was incredible especially for someone like me who's significantly phobic of hospitals and then we had a son. A little boy. I prayed the Aaronic/Priestly blessing and the Trinitarian blessing for him when he was given to me.

What is remarkable about it all is how unremarkable it is. Babies are born every minute of every day of every year to no great trump or comment and yet this is the most incredible thing that we have ever done. How does this go uncommented on in this world or is it, perhaps, that it is the magnificent mundanities that make human life the glorious thing that it is?

A photo of Callum:

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