Abbo

Ah, here's something I can really relate to. After the adrenaline rush of the birth of my first child I left wife and child in the hospital to wet the baby's head with a few mates.
"Phew, at least that's over" I said, thinking I was over the hard part.
"Yeah, it all gets steadily harder from here" came the reply from a young father.
The comment sounded bitter, and in bad taste, at the time, but it was true: the cost of nappies and nipple brushes was nothing compared to the cost of school fees. Ultimately, of course, the baby's going to grow up to want the car keys: she is. The cost of a rebreather pales into insignificance compared to the school fees stretching out to infinity, along with those of her sisters. Ultimately, midnight feedings lose their allure, and diving is an oasis of calm in a continuum of red-eye midnight feedings.
You will feel good when you sacrifice your 'breather. But from day two on you'll wish you hadn't.