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On Tuesday we had a very small gathering for little Ben’s Bris ceremony. While no parent likes to watch their son’s penis being cut to shreds I have to say it all went down very well and I managed to keep the tears to myself!

I’m a very fortunate guy as I know a professional photographer in Gregor and he happily obliged to take a few happy snaps on the day. The results simply blew us all away.

I knew the pictures would be good because I love Gregor’s style but honestly I didn’t expect to be moved so emotionally as I was when I first saw them. Gregor is without doubt a very talented boy and I’ve included the pictures for you to see below. If you want to view a slideshow of the event then visit this link.

Thanks to everyone who could make it to this special event in our lives - it meant a great deal to all of us.

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Yesterday morning we were minding our own business at the hospital when the Ward Nurse, Felicity, came to our room to have a discussion with us.

Felicity: Morning Mr. and Mrs. Hartman, I have a man here from Discovery Health and he wants to shoot your son. He is specifically looking for a white boy to shoot.
Me: He wants to shoot my son? Are you being serious?
Felicity: *laughs*, no sir, he is here to do a TV advert for Discovery Health and wants to know if you’ll be willing to let them use your son for the advert. They will pay you of course.

Hmm… I started to see a couple dollar signs.

Colette: Could we get free medical aid?
Felicity: *laughs* - I don’t know.
Me: Ok bring him in. We can’t guarantee anything but we’re willing to chat.

In steps Maurice, seemingly not from Discovery but rather the film crew involved in the Discovery advert.

Maurice: Hi folks, congratulations on the birth of your new child. We’re shooting an ad for Discovery and we need a white, newborn baby to complete the scene.
Me: What exactly would my son have to do?
Maurice: Well the scene would involve having your son put into an incubator and then the tough-looking father comes in and touches his hand.
Me: ok…
Maurice: If you agree to let us use your son for the advert I’d have to drive to Pretoria so I can get him a work-permit.

A work-permit? What for? Oh wait, he’s under 16… never mind that he’s less than 2 days old.

Colette: When is the advert being shot?
Maurice: Tuesday morning.
Colette: That’s going to be a problem because Tuesday morning is when our son’s Bris is taking place.
Maurice: Oh…
Maurice: Can’t you change the date?

My wife chuckles because a Bris has to be done 8-days after the baby is born.

Colette: No.
Me: Sorry Maurice, but we’re just not going to be able to do this. Thanks for your time and sorry!

*Maurice scampers off disappointed*

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The wait is finally over. At 17:15 yesterday afternoon our new son was born weighing 3.61 kg and everyone is recovering nicely. 3.61 kg is massive for a baby considering that the two twins born just before him weighed 4 kg combined but he’s still such a small and fragile thing that his size is almost insignificant.

Colette and I haven’t agreed yet on a name for our new son but this will be revealed when he has his Bris in about 8 days time.

The 15th of April was a rather crazy day and I went through a vast array of emotions in the process; stress, fear, excitement, nervousness and ultimately - elation. There are no words to describe what it’s like to watch a child being born and I’m truly humbled to experience the miracle of life once again.

Colette was forced to have a C-section due to the fact that she had one when Luke was born and while it’s a fairly quick operation it got very scary at times. Unlike Luke, our newborn just refused to come out and Colette had to endure some serious physical pain before eventually he popped out.

At one point I really wasn’t sure if they’d ever get him out but thank God it all worked out in the end and I’m very excited to show you what a miracle we’ve produced.

You can view all the birth pictures on my Flickr stream.

My biggest concern today though was how Luke was going to handle the whole affair. For a 4 year-old, who’s never been subjected to pregnancy and birth, this is an unimaginable scenario to put him in and I have been paranoid for months on how this will affect him.

Over the last couple weeks we’ve been trying to prepare him for the events that would transpire and while this wasn’t easy he showed some immense enthusiasm at becoming a big brother. At the same time he was also very scared of the unknown but we tried to reassure him about things whenever we could.

At around 18:15, only an hour after our baby was born, I left the hospital to go and fetch Luke but he simply didn’t want to come back with me to visit his mom and brother. He was overwrought with fear but eventually, through some bribery, he reluctantly agreed to come with me.

We stopped off at the hospital cafe to buy his new brother a present and while we were at it he and Colette also got a couple gifts. Stapled to my side we made our way to the devil’s lair so that Luke could finally meet his new fate.

While it was very uncomfortable for him initially (he refused to look at his new brother, let alone touch him) we made some great breakthroughs. By the end of the hour that we spent there Luke managed to overcome his fears of his new sibling and the result of their relationship is highlighted beautifully in the pic below.

Yesterday was fascinating for me because while I was extremely honoured to become a father again I had to focus more on making this day special and important for Luke rather than myself.

There’s a lot more I did for Luke when he was born such as bathing him for the first time, changing his first nappy etc. but instinctively I knew that my newborn son needed his mom and Luke needed me.

Luke can’t wait to go to the hospital again and I can’t wait to spend more time with my family.

Finally I have to say that I am so proud of Colette for her courage and endurance. It really wasn’t easy for her during pregnancy but she has handled the whole thing so well and put up with my crap in the process. She was amazing today.

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Google App Engine launched a couple days ago and I signed up to be a beta tester but hit what seems to be a major waiting list. Initially Google only allowed 10,000 developers to join but I’ve read that those invitations were snapped up within the first 10 minutes of the launch.

Anyway, imagine my excitement when I received this email in my inbox this morning.

Eager to test the new service out I went to the website, logged in, and can now build my first application.

Currently the service only supports Python so now I have to figure what to do in this space…!

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With only days to go to the birth of my new son I find myself waiting in anticipation for that call from Colette to tell me it’s time to go.

Being a father for the second time round is even more daunting for me than the first but I’m nervously excited nonetheless.

It’s been more than four years since Luke was born and we made a decision to utilise the services of the Netcare Park Lane Clinic once again for our newest arrival.

We didn’t actually have a very good experience with Park Lane when Luke was born, as the staff where really quite useless, however most people have great things to say about the hospital which is why we’ve decided to give them a second chance.

That said I am completely freaked out with Park Lane’s (and Netcare in general) newest policy forcing us to pay R3,400 for the privilege to have Luke visit his mom and new brother.

While one of the two wards is allocated to medical aid clients the other is for semi- and fully-private rooms which come at a premium. The catch here is that if Colette stays in the medical aid ward then no children are allowed at all while the private one allows siblings to visit in the room during visiting hours.

The cost for the semi-private room, which has 4 beds, is R800 per night and you have to pay for four nights upfront when checking in. If you wanted to go fully-private then that cost shoots up to R1,400 per night.

Now I understand that these private rooms are a luxury and come at a price and I’m not ignorant to this but what I fail to understand is why a sibling isn’t allowed into the medical aid ward?

Seriously, what difference does is make to anyone if a sibling under 12 visits his mom and new brother in a ward with 12 beds? To me this is just a manipulative policy by Netcare to make more money out of us and it stinks if you ask me.

How am I supposed to tell Luke that he’s not allowed to see his mom or brother for four days? It’s already going to be such a stressful time for him and I simply can’t do this to him so now I’m forced to fork out the money which I really can’t afford.

Had we not already paid the R350 registration fee I would have sought an alternative hospital - not this casino that claims I’m in safe hands.

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