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Yeah, I was surprised how fast it was for me. I really think being left with the little guy in a quiet, low-lit room, with him looking up at me and being very calm, must have accelerated it quite a lot.
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I was in the delivery room. What a horrible custom that is. I'd much rather live in the "Father's Waiting Room" era.
C-section, wife is out cold. I'm standing next to her head, video camera in hand. That's another stupid custom. I refuse to watch the video. I didn't even want to bring a camera, but everyone urged me to, so I did. I didn't bring any cameras for subsequent visits to the delivery room. I was working at the IP sportsbook at the time, and it's the day after the Superbowl, so the entire video is the doctor and I talking about prop bets. Finally, I hear a "squish, plop!" noise. The kid is out. And she's not crying. Uh-oh. Nobody on the staff sounds panicked, but their body language has changed completely. We've gone from "routine" to "urgent" without anyone saying a word. The head nurse has the kid, and is walking quickly over to the "clean the baby up" table. The kid lets out a half-hearted welp, which I decide is better than nothing. And I catch a glimpse of my daughter for the first time: she's blue. I can't remember exactly what happened next. Bottom line is, she had a partially collapsed lung. They got her breathing, and everything was fine within minutes. That fear of the kid potentially being in harm's way that DB mentioned--I got to feel that when she was two seconds old. Abject terror. I wasn't at the hospital when my second kid was born. I can't remember why not, but I got there when it was all over. Instead of a blue kid, this time we got a yellow one (jaundice). "She's in the nursery. They have her in one of those glass cases, under UV lights, to treat the jaundice." Down to the nursery I go. I find the glass case with the lights. There's my little girl. They have a blindfold on her, to protect her eyes from the lights. And they have her hands tied behind her back, so she doesn't tug at the blindfold. Somebody could've taken a minute, and prepared me for that sight. I became completely unglued for a few minutes. Third kid, third color: pink. Healthy! About damn time. At that point, we quit while we were ahead. (This thread where men talk about their feelings strikes me as very un-macho. My father would not approve.) |
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DB,
Great post...... ....I just hope when I spawn my demon child that I will have a similar experiences to yours... GG |
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Down to the nursery I go. I find the glass case with the lights. There's my little girl. They have a blindfold on her, to protect her eyes from the lights. And they have her hands tied behind her back, so she doesn't tug at the blindfold. Somebody could've taken a minute, and prepared me for that sight. I became completely unglued for a few minutes. [/ QUOTE ] Holy crap. That's just awful. How could they not warn you of it? [img]/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] Thanks for sharing though. Parenthood is a long, long march, and you really don't get to ease into it, do you. |
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(This thread where men talk about their feelings strikes me as very un-macho. My father would not approve.) [/ QUOTE ] Totally rocks. There were lots of things our dads had right, maybe more than we do, but there were lots of things we have a lot more right than they did. I favor them in not bringing a video camera into the room to film the birth. And never dreaming of saying, "We're pregnant." Or ever using the word "preggers." |
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