This guy was 31? Geesh!
I was 18 when my first child was born, and I wasn’t ready, even though I was the oldest of seven girls. I remember with crystal clarity the second night after we both came home from the hospital.
Her crying woke me from sleep. I didn’t want to get up, having had little sleep the night before. I listened, and it dawned on me that there was no-one else to take care of this helpless little girl. I was it. It was my responsibility and no-one else’s. Her very life depended on me being there to meet her needs.
I became a mother in those few seconds. God called me, and I answered, even though I was young and inexperienced. What was wrong with this 31 year old that he couldn’t hear?
“...Her crying woke me from sleep....I became a mother in those few seconds...”
The same circumstances reduced Schwartzberg to tears and he became a PBS producer. Go figure.
I was 27 when my daughter was born. She was born healthy, we took her home from the hospital two days later, and she started screaming about midnight that first night.
At about 0130, I was thinking she has a clean diaper, Her mom just breast fed her, what could be wrong? Then as I sat there rocking her I passed a finger over her lips and she tried to suck on it. Somehow the thought came through that my wife’s milk hadn’t come in yet and she was hungry.
I think that may have been the point I became a father. We didn’t have any formula on hand so that was my first barely awake, eyes half closed late night trip to the store.
“What was wrong with this 31 year old that he couldn’t hear?”
Instead of reacting out of love and compassion, he reacted out of selfishness and resentment.