Harry Archive

  There is something I want to share with you. It is something; they are something that I have started to share with your sister. It is music. The music I love. You may be named, in part, after a footballer. To see your namesake Marco Tardelli celebrate. To tell your mum how she makes me feel like Marco Tardelli celebrating – to sit looking at you and your sister and imagine my own, lost in the moment celebration, suggests that with hope, rather than expectation, I will want to share sport with you both; but it’s not essential that I do. What is essential is to share music with you. To see your expression when you first hear a song I love. To see

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It’s the liquid. The amount of liquid involved, that flows out, that covers the space, that shocks you, me; the most. Forget tidal waves of emotions – this was a tidal wave of a birth. Delivering your own child is a strange, never to be matched experience. The experience is further heighted when you, sometime after, try to piece it all back together again. There are the obvious whys – as in, why were we there? Why did it happen that way? Then there are the hows – how did someone not respond in time? How did we ever get through that together? We got through it with help. With a reassuring voice on the end of the phone; from a midwife trained to deal

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