As people say, it is mere karma after all - the universe rewarding you for a pretty rotten run of bad luck.
Amy and I have had quite a run of bad luck for quite a few years. Looking back at some of our darkest times seems now like we are looking back on a completely different life. When I think back to our dark and dingy basement flat we were unable to afford to move out of, plus me being unable to be left alone because of the fear of falling or having a fit - only able to complete one ‘big task’ a day - I can’t believe we made it through that time. Thankfully life is a different story now.
On Monday August 14, we welcomed the most amazing reward - our beautiful son Reggie Perringwood.
Amy, her mum and I spent a week waiting for our gorgeous boy to be born, and in the end it was decided he didn’t want to come out and so was born via C-section. I was lucky enough to be right beside Amy when Reggie was born - making a grand entrance by peeing all over everyone in theatre! Taking after his dad as I did the same thing!
I cannot put into words how utterly gorgeous he is - clearly he takes after his mum!
We decided to name him Reggie - after Amy's grandfather - which I absolutely love even though I never had the privilege of meeting him, but I'm told he was a legend - as I'm sure little Reggie will be too!
Or should I say 'not so little' Reggie seeing as he weighed in at a whopping ten pounds exactly!
He clearly has my thighs!
It must have something to do with the fact both of his parents were nine pounders when they were born, but I've never met anyone who made it into actual double digits!
Maybe I'm slightly bias, but I personally think there is a pretty cool ring to the name "Reggie Perringwood" - I'm convinced he will inherit his amazing mum's many musical gifts - because let's face it - his dad clearly doesn't have any, unless you count a grade two in clarinet!!
Amy has already banned him from ever playing any rugby whatsoever - because he is too precious and we have come way too far to ever let anyone come close to even hurting him - I have to say I agree! Can you see the protective dad streak coming out in me already?!
Growing our family comes with new challenges. I have not stopped being Will - a brain injury survivor - my memory is not better, my left hand hasn’t suddenly started working properly. I still have the same struggles but my heart has doubled in size and I am reminded again how precious life is.