Recent memories📸✨

Parat conference
Beer for lunch
Inherited clothes
Eva and Gustav leaving me🥹
Friends @ Musikkdagen

Alcoholic happiness🍻

Daddy Finstad with daughter Solveig
Men by the barbecue
JPB beyond Order Oslo Spektrum
Video call with my son♥️
Picture and love from my better half Eva📸
From «the office»
From the port of Oslo
My family
Thank you for the attention🙏🏼



The last three months have been hectic! Here is a minor update with a few photos. I will try to post more in the upcoming weeks.

Gustav has been born! Body 3658 grams and 52 cm long. After about 20 hours of labour, he finally joined the world and came to life outside of the comforting and safe womb—what a magnificent experience to witness.

Being part of something so miraculous makes you humble and in awe of what women need to undergo to give birth.

Gustav was thirteen days overdue, and mother Eva needed to initiate the birth. Due to statistics and research that childbirth increases when he is overdue by ten days. So we chose to induce labour. First, we inserted a balloon that helped expand the uterus. After that, she started taking prostaglandins as pills. Sometimes this is enough to start contractions. If that’s not enough to induce labour, you will get a drip of oxytocin into your blood.

It didn’t take long until the contractions came, and we drove off to the hospital. Then Eva had about three centimeters opening, and the real battle with contractions could begin. Eva fought gracefully with controlled breathing and focus. After a while, Eva threw me out. You don’t negotiate with a woman in labour. Nothing personal, and I waited patiently in the hallway for the next step.

After about four hours, we got transferred to the birth department with our room. Here we put on a personal playlist of bird sounds and ice water for Eva. The battle with the contractions continued heavily.

As a man, it was a challenge for me to watch the love of my life go through so much pain. You are put on the sideline and can’t do anything to ease her pain.

Then after about 12 hours of intense labour, the pushing could begin. Here we were a team cooperating to get Gustav to see the world’s light. We had three midwives, and I helped Eva push. In the end, he finally came out!

What a miracle❣️ He came out with his eyes wide open. A precious moment never to be forgotten. Relief was the feeling in the room, and the first thing he did was get onto moms chest and connect to the breast: a breathtaking sight and so much love.

Long time since last time

Long time since last time

A long time since the last time is a translation of a Norwegian saying: Lenge siden sist. It’s something you say to someone after a long time of seeing each other. Here is some words and a lot of pictures:

Hi everyone! First, I would like to go through some inventory before the actual post. I have to mention first that Gustav! Yes, that’s my future son’s name, and he is due at the beginning of February.

A lot has happened during recent months. Winter has arrived in Oslo, and we have bought a new apartment. We also made a trip to Dubai, which I will elaborate on in this post.

Now I am just writing out of pure coincidence and what comes up is to express my gratitude towards Jordan B. Peterson. He is, for me, my digital father figure. Someone I regularly listen to and have been doing for the last 4-5 years. After being influenced by him, my life has gotten significantly better.

My goals are more refined. My consciousness has increased. It takes some effort to be conscious because I don’t find it natural in my personality. It’s something I work on daily. I have noticed that by paying attention and focusing on the task at hand. You get more respect, and you achieve more.

I love to take it easy and procrastinate, and maybe I drink too much wine and overeat. But it’s improving. Even though slowly it’s heading in the right direction. It’s not always paying off to be too hard on yourself. We have a life to live, and we are privileged to choose how to 🙂

Just recently I sold my flat. I beat the market by about 5% and had a good chunk of money from the sale. Most of it went into our new apartment. I don’t want to brag, but I am proud of what I have achieved.

My road to this has been somewhat long. I have saved money for about 5-6 years. At the beginning of my twenties, I was annoyed by how to buy a home. It would be best if you had cash and it was only five times the yearly salary you could get in a loan. I was bitter and didn’t want to buy anything for a long time. Then I listened to Jordan B. P. I learned you have to man up and start to take action. So I did and started saving money. For about five years, I saved around 100.000- NOK each year. I could afford a flat and slept on an air mattress for two months until I could afford a proper bed.

My point here is that setting a goal and starting saving did, in some sense, save me from not having a plan to achieve. The hardest part is starting and maintaining the discipline to keep saving. In the end, it most likely will pay itself off.

I hope it can inspire someone to do the same. Play the game of life as good as you can, and fortune will find you.

I haven’t been posting much lately. Here are some photos which sum up the last 2-3 months:

Parat(union) Conference region east📃📩

Thank you Parat for a great conference.

My goal was to focus on pension and making the private sector pay pension for each penny made.

During the meeting i suggested it to the region and it will be brought forward to the main meeting of Parat in november.

I’m going to be a dad. 👨‍👩‍👦

Let me start by underlining that I am writing my own experience and understanding of the journey towards and through fatherhood.
We are all the same and, simultaneously, all individuals with unique genetics and perceptions of reality. It’s a window into my soul and vulnerability, which you can love or hate. My motivation for this is to share, and maybe someone will learn or enjoy my stories. I am an everyday human living in western society which has chosen to love, care and have a family.

Week 18 ultra sound🩺 Thank you for your service Rikshospitalet.

In the middle of June 2021, we found out that we are pregnant. That made me happy and afraid at the same time. We had been worried that it might not work and that we would have to try many times. All that worry for nothing. On our second try, we got pregnant! Immediately I felt like protecting my girlfriend. For me, it is a strong feeling of care for her and her pregnancy. I have to admit that for me, it has affected our intimacy and sex life. It was strange being intimate the first time after knowing she was pregnant. My lust reduced, and it felt like I was hurting the embryo. Later I learned it is normal to be worried and that it isn’t dangerous. Take your time. It’s new for both of you.

So let’s get to why I am motivated to write about my fate of becoming a father and creating my own family.

I was born 17.08.1987 in a small town called Hammerfest in the northern parts of Norway. It’s a cold environment, and the people I grew up with were, despite the cold full of warmth.
My father left me as soon as I came to this world. He was absent, and I have learned that he chose to not take care of me. You see. There is something deep inside of me that I haven’t fulfilled. I wasn’t so lucky to have a father growing up. Fortunately, I have had different father figures and a strong family taking care of me. It is hard to be public about this because it hurts. Not in the crying victim kind of way, but because I don’t know what it means to have a father and it worries me to be one. That said, I have had a caring mother, and unfortunately, she died when I was nine years old.

My aunt told me that I had drawn a picture of my family gathered except me during a visit to a child psychologist. I was far from the others all alone. That was the start of my way of processing the grief after losing my mother. And I was alone. I was searching for the word of the feeling that I missed after I lost my mom. A word I learned, “unconditional love”, is something I will never experience again. What I can do is to give my unconditional love to my future family. That’s as close as it gets. Unconditional love is powerful. So unselfish, so pure. I have persisted in my grief and in some way overcome it. It will always be there, and it will be good and hard times. The one thing you so dearly miss is the comforting feeling of having someone who will love you no matter what. Everything else you can handle with time and reflection. The truth hits you hard knowing you have no one else but yourself. That is the harsh reality that so many won’t accept.

Growing up without a father has given me a strong motivation for being one. Something in me wants to be angry and leans towards hate. But after years of reflection, I feel bad for my biological father. During his mid-20s, he managed to impregnate three women in one and a half years. I have a younger brother who is a teacher and a father. I have an older sister that I still haven’t met that has a handicap. And I have two sisters that live in my hometown Alta which I have met, and we have just started to get to know each other. I haven’t learned the whole story to his defence, and when I was visiting him, he was reluctant to tell me the story. I hope one day that we can talk about it so it can be put to rest and straightened out.

I can’t comprehend how it must be to have three children you haven’t seen growing up. It’s essential to understand how choices are made in life and the consequences of it. And if a choice goes terrible. Have the decency to stand up for it and own it.

I picture myself holding hands with my child as we walk down a track in the woods or taking a bath in one of the warm waters outside of Oslo during summer.
I look forward to teaching my child life lessons and being the best father I can be. I am looking forward to struggles, ups and downs, laughter, sadness, happiness, and frustration.

Thank you my dear Eva for being strong, persistent and patient. Our love grows stronger for every obstacle we encounter.

I have lost most of my memories from my childhood. If I concentrate and focus, I can find something. It takes a considerable effort to dive into my memories as a child. After my mothers’ death, I coped with displacing my experiences and memories. It motivates me to know that I can create memories for my child and family.

Thank you for reading.


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