Posted on 07/04/2014 8:42:07 PM PDT by canuck_conservative
... But then there’s a lot about labour that nobody puts in so many words. Nobody ever told me that after the birth, I would feel as shaken as if I’d been in a car crash. That was how I felt for about two days after my oldest son was born, 32 years ago.
I now see it as my fatherly, comradely duty to pass on that kind of information, sparing no gory detail, to young men about to see service in that war zone for the first time. Nobody else — certainly not those fluffy prenatal classes — will fill them in.
“You do know about the afterbirth?” I murmur solicitously, watching them go green with a certain satisfaction. Nobody told me. When it appeared — about five minutes after the main event — I was already cooing over my first-born son. “Dear God!” I exclaimed. “There’s another one arriving!”
New fathers also need to be told that, when they enter that room, they might not see daylight again for a long time; and also that, in the endless night to come, they are likely to witness sights no civilized man should ever see except in gruesome hand-to-hand combat with axe and pike.
My older daughter was born after 30 hours of labour in hospital, culminating in an emergency Caesarean with 18 medical staff in the operating theatre (plus my irrelevant self). The next day, I asked the Registrar: “How is it that we can calculate the weight and circumference of a planet 10 billion light years away, but we can’t know the weight of a baby before it’s born?” (He answered: “That’s an interesting question and I wish I could give you an answer, but what I can tell you is that, if this mother had been ....
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Agreed. This guy is a total gay wuss. Probably favors abortion... who knows... has he been witness to those. Sick stuff.
The doc let my husband deliver our third.
Traumatic injuries are horrible but it’s largely the shock that accompanies them or seeing them. The birth of a child - a long anticipated child with whom you already have acquaintance (movement, speaking to him/her) is something different. I always had concern for my wife but we were both overjoyed with the newborn (besides, I wasn’t bleeding). My opinion is that we’re too distant from the realities of life - like butchering our own meat. When it comes in a restaurant or on a pink foam tray, it is little more than calories to be prepared in some gastronomic concoction. When you raise it, kill it and butcher, it takes on a whole new meaning and connection to the real world.
Poor plastic man living in his bubble.
Better to say that sissies don’t belong in the delivery room.
I sat and held my wife’s hand, listened to her, let her know that at her most vulnerable moment, I was there to ensure she would be OK. There was no one no one else that could have done that.
My husband watched all his children come into the world. He was fascinated by it. We had twins by natural birth, and I mean natural they came out so fast there was no time for meds. Then the last two came via C-section.
So, he had always been totally reliable otherwise?
1. My wife never went into a rage.
2. I spent all my time at the head of the station, because that is where my wife’s eyes and ears were. I was there to support her, not be a spectator.
” private moment between me and my babies”....
Inpregnated yourself did you?
My hubs was there for both biological births and both adoptions. He was the first to hold all four of them. He is the Father....and he considered it both his responsibility and priviledge.
There is a reason that men were invited into the delivery room. It was to help lower the birthrate. The vast majority of men who see what actually transpires in the delivery room have a hard time arguing for that 4th and 5th child...
It’s called ‘transitional labor’ and I remember mine well......kind of.
Yes, even genteel ladies well brought up will say the most outlandish things........( or so they tell me)
It’s the last stage of delivery when your contractions are bare minutes or seconds apart......wave upon wave upon wave of labor contractions.
Our first daughter was born after a long night of labor that had started about one in the afternoon. After that night my daughter was born about 8 in the morning. Shortly after the clean up and the high fives, they brought her breakfast. Do you think anyone would have offered the dad a cup of coffee?
My wife still laughs at me for going put out because they wouldn’t feed me.
In the end feeling put out, unappreciated, exhausted, and hungry was good training to be a Dad for the past 25 years.
I never understood what love was until I held my daughter for the first time. I was amazing and natural. If I wasn’t in the room that moment wouldn’t have happened.
My son was born premature, but full-sized. We were not prepared, and I ended up helping in the delivery because SOMEONE had to. It was an awesome experience I was glad to be part of... but WHAT ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ??? IT WASN’T GORY???? LOL...
Thank you. No he was reliable about work. He would come homes after work. But not much else.
:-)
I hear ya.
Hospitals are for sick people.
I was present for the birth of 13 of my 15 grandchildren. Best moments of my life. I am a grandmother. (Two came to quick for me to get there.)
I think that it’s wonderful when the father is in the delivery room, but other members of the family? Not so much. I’ve heard of mothers in law demanding to be there. I can’t imagine that.
Lol
Nothing worse than unpainted wolfwoman toenails while birthing
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