He's kicking his legs and arms, wiggling in ways I cannot fathom. He's my son and he's in my arms, at the end of a feed and with a belly full of milk.

He's so precious and fragile, but I don't give him enough credit, terrified to hold him in such a way or twist him like this or place him like that. He can shatter at any moment, at least this is the worry flowing through me.

Of course, It's a simple case of worrywart-father syndrome.

I clasp him my right hand, pushing two fingers under his armpit and holding his neck between finger and thumb. With my left I stroke and push and pat and worry. Am I too rough or not enough?

He wiggles and moves on my lap, shaking and twisting and trying to escape my hold, but then, from the bottom of his ever so slight torso, a loud, vibrating belch reaches up.

Success...at least for now.

In an instant he's content and in my arms, looking up at the ceiling and watching...just watching. I would love to know what he's thinking, what the world is like to a 2 week old baby. I imagine it's scary, but at the same time, why?

He's surrounded by care and kisses, hugs and I love you's. I pat his back with my right hand and brush his cheek with my left. Carefully up and down, up and down.

The smell, the feel, the knowledge that he needs me, and more than ever, I need him.

His eyes slip shut but he's fighting, just like his dad. He wants to be awake and see the world, simply watch it tick by and take it all in. It twitches shut but he opens it again, only each time it's slower - he's losing, falling, submitting to the world of darkness.

Running a single finger down from his ear to his cheek, I continue to stroke up and down, up and down. The skin, his hair...it's all so soft and tender.

He continues to twitch and move, but he's given in to sleep and become lost in a dream. I hope it's a good dream, indeed, I hope I help him live a life full of good dreams - imagining them and living them all at the same time.

It's the first time he's fallen asleep in my arms and my emotions are stirring. He's content and so am I. How lucky I am.