Being Dad

9 months, 6 weeks, and 2 days ago… (About) my wife told me we were having a baby! I cried, I kissed her, I bought a new house, moved my pregnant wife in with her in-laws, remodeled the new house, moved into the new house, never really finished it. That was my 9 months of pregnancy, I never felt like I was a dad, my wife felt her move and grow and she became a part of her, but for me it was never all that real.

Then it happens, my wife was just about at her breaking point. Our little girl had decided that she was going to come on her own sweet time, my wife being the wonderful control freak she is was having none of that, it was baby time. We were scheduled to be induced on February 1st, but low and behold the baby had other plans.

January 31st, 2016 — it’s about 2 a.m. and I am woken by heavy breathing and grunting. My wife is crawling across our bedroom floor; her belly is dragging along with her. So now I am up. She has been having contractions since midnight, but thought she should let me sleep, so she had been out in the living room so I could not hear her, which was freaking my dog out. My wife is a badass! But now things were serious, her contractions were so close together she could not tell when one started and the other had stopped, it was hospital time. We pile into the mom-mobile (Subaru Forester) at take-off for the 7 minute drive to the hospital, which I do in about 4.

The hospital- So again my wife is a badass, she won’t let me drop her off in the front and insists that she walks with me from the parking lot. At this point we are not moving real fast and I am pretty sure this baby is going to land on the asphalt. Then, like I said before my badass wife decides 3 stories of stairs is the better way to get to the 3rd floor than the working elevator. Now if you are thinking, “make her get in the elevator”, I challenge you, find someone that wants to have your child, watch them grow a baby for 9 months, then when the time has come to have that baby try to tell them what to do, she is going to punch you in the face. So we made it up 9 stairs, then the elevator started looking real good.

Check-in — Now I know a lot of wonderful nurses, and most do not get the credit they deserve for the work they do. But to those nurses who think they know everything about having a baby, you don’t. It is now about 3:15 am, my wife cannot stand, and the lady behind that stupid desk is having us fill out paper work. The best part is my type A wife had already filled out the early pregnancy, no hassle, come in easy labor, paperwork free paperwork! But hey that was way easier than getting that stupid gown on my wife.

Bed #1- So we made it to a bed, we are the only ones there, and yet everyone seems too busy to help the woman in labor, and her wide eyed, scared shitless husband who is doing all he can to be supportive. Nurse Betty, that’s what we will call her, has to see how far along my wife is. First check, 5+ for those who don’t know, we are going for 10. Nurse Betty looks up gives us the look and informs us she felt hair. What? Her water didn’t break, or so we thought. She also lets us know that we are not going home; it’s time for bed #2.

Bed #2 — We are now at 8, literally that fast. Ladies and gentlemen its go time. We made it to the labor and delivery room, which means this baby, is coming. Now like I said my wife is a badass, but we all have a breaking point. She wanted the drugs! But hey labor this fast, your shit outta luck. It was going to be all natural for us. So after, no drugs, lots of worrying the doctor was not going to make it, lots of the fun labor stuff, if you have been there you know. Our beautiful daughter was born at 5:14 am. Pretty sure it was the fastest 1st child labor of all time, but we are still waiting on confirmation.

Being Dad- now it’s real. The moment you hold that perfect creation you know. Love is a powerful thing, but you will never know the same love you feel when you hold your child in your arms for the first time. That love is perfect, and it’s that moment that I knew, I am Dad.