I never actually believed it would happen. But it dawned on me that it has the other day when I caught the expressions on my childless friends’ faces over lunch that it already well and truly has.

In such a short time we’ve become those people. We’re… new parents and we have one true obsession.

I’ll admit I was a bit concerned leading up to the birth about how Garrett would take to fatherhood, whether he’d see little Rafferty as an annoyance that had arrived to cramp his style. However all these worries evaporated the other day when I overheard him enthusiastically describing the length and volume of our son’s flatulence over a meal, as though extra long farts are a never before achieved feat of brilliance. (Truly though, those gigantic emissions from such a tiny little body take you by surprise every time. Amazing.)

Garrett is absolutely smitten, and so am I. Any fears that we’d be bummed about not being able to go to the movies now that there is a baby around are also dispelled as we sit on the carpet during Raff’s tummy time and delight over his ever so slight ability to lift his head off the floor. To us this is the ultimate in entertainment. This morning while we walked the baby in his pram we had a long discussion about how cute the sound he makes when he breathes is.

Garrett is convinced that our child’s toes have a super human strength, and meanwhile I’m telling anyone who will listen about Raff’s incredible milk guzzling powers, like no baby on earth has ever been born and then proceeded to be hungry, eat and grow.

And the photos! Raff in his pram, Raff in his crib, Raff on his change table, Raff in the bath. His expression is pretty much the same in every pic so far, but I find myself swiping through them if I’m away from him for even five minutes. Luckily he has some very doting grandparents who are eager to see him from every conceivable angle. If future civilizations find our photo stash they will think our child was some kind of revered God.

Our friends are probably finding themselves a little dismayed now that our conversations have gone from being about whatever it was we used to talk about (can’t remember) to nothing but animated summaries of our son’s ejection of bodily fluids, be it the hilarious time he vomited all over my new shirt right after I put it on, or about the time he pooped without his nappy on and it cleared the change table and nearly hit the wall on the other side of the room. To normal people, this is actually completely gross. To me this once would have been completely gross but now – riveting.

We’re so aware of how precious and fleeting these early days are, and it is so clear to us that a baby who eats, sleeps and poops without too much trouble is one that’s happy and thriving, hence every little burp and every soggy nappy being something to rejoice over.

What did you find fascinating about your new baby?