Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here! 16 years ago, my daughter was born at 1pound 12 ounces.
Several years ago, I was asked thos question on Quora:Dads, being honest, did you find watching your partner give birth wonderful but revolting at the same time?
This is what I had to say about it.
My perspective of watching my wife give birth.
My wife had a stomach ache and tightness in her chest. She felt she should go to the emergency room. Everything was fine and they did a few tests just to make sure.
27 weeks along.
I had been there all night and was tired. It was about 5 in the morning and she was sleeping. I told her I was going to my dad’s house to eat a bowl of cereal and I would be right back.
She was ok with it and drifted back off to sleep.
I went to dad’s. He is an early riser. We had a bowl of cereal and I pulled out the Sunday comics from the newspaper. I started joking about how women are with their “health problems.”
My cell phone rang. It was my wife.
Benjamin, she said calmly, they say they need to operate on me and it is not a big procedure.
I told her I was on my way and received a second phone call. It was someone from the hospital. “ if you want to say goodbye to your wife you better get here fast.”
I ran every single red light in town that Sunday morning.
She was already on the operating table but not under yet. I was told to say something sweet because she was not going to make it. The baby might, but it was unlikely. I told her I would see her on the other side and kissed her on the forehead.
She clued in, very perceptive and I said, “of the operation.”
She went under and the dread hit me. I needed to be strong and I felt like a failure for leaving for a few minutes for a bowl of cereal.
A cut was made in her belly and I watched. It was surreal. I was sick with fear. A purple form was pulled out. The nurse said, I am sorry.
I felt like I was hit with a sledgehammer as I looked at the lifeless form.
I stated, “Jesus” in a pleading way. An arm lifted and the baby made a very slight noise.
“ get her on the table!” someone yelled. I was torn between the baby and my wife. A medical staff said, “You need to be by your baby, she has hope.”
Realization hit me. I was a father.
My wife made it. Barely.
79 days in the hospital and 10 months of sheer hell caring for my wife and child took a toll but made a man out of the comic reading cereal eating boy I was.
Wonderful, never revolting.
That was my answer then and I am sticking with it. I think I wrote it pretty well if I say so myself!
A notable set of events occured when she was young. It snowed when she was born, it snowed on the trip between hospitals and it snowed when we took her home.
Many times in her early life, we lived in the hospital with limited outside support. The first stay was the longest, the repeats visits, well, repetitive.
I know she will eventually read this so I will not tell all the stories and embarass her. . …I will say my daughter has always been my little ray of sunshine and she is known in many circles for her kindness. She even wrote an encouraging letter to the president a while back because she was concerned.
On her 16th year of life in 2020, the storm is not snow, but Covid. She has written so many encouraging notes to others during this time and I don’t know where she gets the wherewithal to do it. Most 16 year olds seem depressed and struggling with their own problems. I know she is having a hard time, especially with a very small birthday party involving only very close family, but she hardly ever shows it.
She is my beautiful little girl! I would say volumes, but she prefers her privacy. If you find it in your heart, tell her happy birthday, will you?