I’ve been back at work a week now, after my three weeks at home with my wife and new son. It’s been a tough week, not because of work, but because my head has been all over the place.

That first morning was so hard to leave the house and I didn’t sleep much at all the night before. I felt guilty and selfish that I would be leaving my new family alone during the day.

I am a little sad today, as tomorrow I return to work. The past three weeks I’ve been at home, as my wife and I welcomed our son into the world and set about starting our life together as a family unit.

It’s been an amazing time, a lot of ups and some small downs, but – and here’s the thing – we have a baby boy now! He is here, he is ours to raise and love, and we are excited. Tired, but excited.

Wow, the past couple of weeks have been an absolute rollercoaster ride. A cliché for sure, but an apt way to describe all that’s happened.

Our baby boy is here, all is well and I could not be happier. Here’s how it all unfolded…

Every night this week I have made a little wish that my son would be born, and be home, before Father’s Day. It’d be a sweet story to tell if he even arrived on the day. But no, he hasn’t come yet and I spent my first Father’s Day giving in utero hugs to my boy.

Next year will be all the sweeter, he’ll be almost 1 and hopefully be able to hug me himself. I cannot wait.

Boy oh boy this past week has been TOUGH! In the lead-up to the due date I have been at the top of Mt. Adrenaline, 24-7. I never knew it was possible to sustain such excitement and anticipation for so long, it’s making me batty!

Every time I have a spare second I check my mobile to see if the wife has called (even though its ringtone is set to LOUD). Every night I get home I wonder if she’s just gone into labour and not told me until i got back. Every morning I wake up and my shoulders sink a little at knowing I have to go to work another day and not be holding our boy.