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Yesterday, my wife pushed into the world a healthy 8lb 5oz baby, who at 21.5 inches long, became one of the two centers of my universe. After a 14 hour labor, that ended with almost 3 hours of pushing, Caleb James Miller arrived. A little worse for wear: swollen eyes, a conehead and an open sore on that head, but was going strong.
It's...weird to say the least. I'm twenty six years old and I can now say I am a father. Which I never thought would happen. My wife and I had a little trouble getting pregnant, nowhere near as some people, but it took us a while. And the pregnancy itself was as easy as it could have been other than the blood pressure worries my wife had the last month. But he's here now, and all of that is in the past, and the thing we've dreamed and hoped for since we have been married (since 2010) is finally a reality.
And throughout the whole labor, I gained a whole new respect for my wife. I love her with all of my heart (which she has to share now...), and I know it must have been hard on her. She gave in to an epidural fairly quickly which she thought for sure she could do without, and man was she pleased that she did. She did pretty well up to the pushing, which, after the first hour passed, she was starting to get worn out. Finally we could start to see his head. It took a while for him to get through, and it was one of the worst moments in my life looking at my wife and realizing I am helpless as she is clearly in agonizing pain. But she made it through. The entire time I was thinking to myself how much my feet hurt because my sandals barely have any cushion, my wife is forcing a 8lb human being out of a pin sized hole from her body. What the
am I even thinking?
There were some scares with her afterwards. Her blood pressure and pulse dropped lower than they had hope and she almost passed out after vomiting while trying to breastfeed and passed a 8cm blood clot. Yet another moment I felt completely helpless as I held our 1 hour old child. She was given oxygen and some meds, and after a few hours, was doing okay. Still a little shakey, but nowhere what she had been.
She's doing much better today, and the baby is great. Still can't quite convince him to breastfeed, but we are working on it. We bring him home tomorrow after he heals a bit from his *ahem* circumcision. But man how frail they are, and we brought him into one fucked up world. I don't know what we were thinking....
But. I wouldn't change a thing. It was an amazing experience for me, and despite what my wife may say now, for her as well. Neither of us would go back on our decision to have a child, because...well...it's the most wonderful feeling imaginable. And while we may be in for some long restless nights, every second will be worth it. And I am proud to say I have the strongest most courageous woman I've ever met as my wife, and one hell of a handsome baby boy. Who, if I have my way, will be a future Cheap Ass Gamer (or whatever this site may evolve into!)
It's...weird to say the least. I'm twenty six years old and I can now say I am a father. Which I never thought would happen. My wife and I had a little trouble getting pregnant, nowhere near as some people, but it took us a while. And the pregnancy itself was as easy as it could have been other than the blood pressure worries my wife had the last month. But he's here now, and all of that is in the past, and the thing we've dreamed and hoped for since we have been married (since 2010) is finally a reality.
And throughout the whole labor, I gained a whole new respect for my wife. I love her with all of my heart (which she has to share now...), and I know it must have been hard on her. She gave in to an epidural fairly quickly which she thought for sure she could do without, and man was she pleased that she did. She did pretty well up to the pushing, which, after the first hour passed, she was starting to get worn out. Finally we could start to see his head. It took a while for him to get through, and it was one of the worst moments in my life looking at my wife and realizing I am helpless as she is clearly in agonizing pain. But she made it through. The entire time I was thinking to myself how much my feet hurt because my sandals barely have any cushion, my wife is forcing a 8lb human being out of a pin sized hole from her body. What the
am I even thinking?There were some scares with her afterwards. Her blood pressure and pulse dropped lower than they had hope and she almost passed out after vomiting while trying to breastfeed and passed a 8cm blood clot. Yet another moment I felt completely helpless as I held our 1 hour old child. She was given oxygen and some meds, and after a few hours, was doing okay. Still a little shakey, but nowhere what she had been.
She's doing much better today, and the baby is great. Still can't quite convince him to breastfeed, but we are working on it. We bring him home tomorrow after he heals a bit from his *ahem* circumcision. But man how frail they are, and we brought him into one fucked up world. I don't know what we were thinking....
But. I wouldn't change a thing. It was an amazing experience for me, and despite what my wife may say now, for her as well. Neither of us would go back on our decision to have a child, because...well...it's the most wonderful feeling imaginable. And while we may be in for some long restless nights, every second will be worth it. And I am proud to say I have the strongest most courageous woman I've ever met as my wife, and one hell of a handsome baby boy. Who, if I have my way, will be a future Cheap Ass Gamer (or whatever this site may evolve into!)
I felt the same way watching my wife give birth to our girls, the sense of appreciation, love and thankfulness(that you are not a woman) is incredible.
It's...weird to say the least. I'm twenty six years old and I can now say I am a father. Which I never thought would happen. My wife and I had a little trouble getting pregnant, nowhere near as some people, but it took us a while. And the pregnancy itself was as easy as it could have been other than the blood pressure worries my wife had the last month. But he's here now, and all of that is in the past, and the thing we've dreamed and hoped for since we have been married (since 2010) is finally a reality.
And throughout the whole labor, I gained a whole new respect for my wife. I love her with all of my heart (which she has to share now...), and I know it must have been hard on her. She gave in to an epidural fairly quickly which she thought for sure she could do without, and man was she pleased that she did. She did pretty well up to the pushing, which, after the first hour passed, she was starting to get worn out. Finally we could start to see his head. It took a while for him to get through, and it was one of the worst moments in my life looking at my wife and realizing I am helpless as she is clearly in agonizing pain. But she made it through. The entire time I was thinking to myself how much my feet hurt because my sandals barely have any cushion, my wife is forcing a 8lb human being out of a pin sized hole from her body. What the
am I even thinking?
There were some scares with her afterwards. Her blood pressure and pulse dropped lower than they had hope and she almost passed out after vomiting while trying to breastfeed and passed a 8cm blood clot. Yet another moment I felt completely helpless as I held our 1 hour old child. She was given oxygen and some meds, and after a few hours, was doing okay. Still a little shakey, but nowhere what she had been.
She's doing much better today, and the baby is great. Still can't quite convince him to breastfeed, but we are working on it. We bring him home tomorrow after he heals a bit from his *ahem* circumcision. But man how frail they are, and we brought him into one fucked up world. I don't know what we were thinking....
But. I wouldn't change a thing. It was an amazing experience for me, and despite what my wife may say now, for her as well. Neither of us would go back on our decision to have a child, because...well...it's the most wonderful feeling imaginable. And while we may be in for some long restless nights, every second will be worth it. And I am proud to say I have the strongest most courageous woman I've ever met as my wife, and one hell of a handsome baby boy. Who, if I have my way, will be a future Cheap Ass Gamer (or whatever this site may evolve into!)