My wife and i tried to get pregnant for 3 years, we had pretty much given up and had the long terrible talk of "what now?" We decided not to go for IVF or adoption, it just wasn't meant to be and we would live our lives differently to just enjoy it. We both felt ok with it and moved on.
Around february of 2011 my wife got a bit of a belly and i joked "hey you might be pregnant" my wife gave me the "you're nuts" stare and we laughed and went to a party... Few days later my wife just out of curiosity decided to get a pregnancy test....positive.....panic.....call the gynocologist and made an appointment. Congratulations you 2, your wife is 14 weeks pregnant. Oh god.....positive thing, past the dreaded can't tell anyone first trimester....downside...only 6 months to get our shit together. Wtf my car didn't even have seatbelts.
Her pregnancy was awesome, she felt good, no sickness or back problems. I mostly felt fucking nervous, with my ex gf i had experienced 2 miscarriages so i was a nervous wreck the entire time. A week before due date, everything was ready, i was all set, bag in the hallway, full batteries in the camera everything was prepared. I get home from work at 5 pm and my wife tells me she has some weird feelings in her stomach, i started to time and yup, she was having contractions. Around 7 pm the gynocologist and midwife arrive, my wifes water hadn't broken yet. So they made it break(language barrier). 3 hours later, still not dilated enough. Off to the hospital. They told us they hooked up the monitor so we could hear the baby's heartbeat. Every time my wife had a contraction the baby's heartrate dropped. Wich scared the fuck out of me, i felt totally powerless and helpless. The call came in to get ready for a c section. My wife gets wheeled into the OR and i call both our parents with a status update, i get the soothing words from a assistent that everything is going to be just fine, just give the camera to one of the assistants and they will take pictures.
I sit at my wife's head, didn't really have to see her get cut open, already almost punched the anastegiologist when they gave her the epidermal, seeing someone cut open my wife would totally flip my lid. Anastegiologist was totally awesome, seeing my wife squint a bit from a sting and immediately upped the dosage keeping hercomfy. Out comes my baby boy, tiny little wrinkled thing, i immediately see it's a boy, i fall on my knees and cried like a little girl hugging my wife. I get to go to where they weigh my son, and pose for a picture where i cut the umbilical cord. When the assistant taking pictures says...what does it mean, no card? Oh god i forgot to put the sd card in the camera.....anastegiologist grabs his iphone and starts taking pictures. That guy saved the day really. 6:45 am my son was born. This is the first time i tell this story outside our family and it still draws a tear in my eye.
Around february of 2011 my wife got a bit of a belly and i joked "hey you might be pregnant" my wife gave me the "you're nuts" stare and we laughed and went to a party... Few days later my wife just out of curiosity decided to get a pregnancy test....positive.....panic.....call the gynocologist and made an appointment. Congratulations you 2, your wife is 14 weeks pregnant. Oh god.....positive thing, past the dreaded can't tell anyone first trimester....downside...only 6 months to get our shit together. Wtf my car didn't even have seatbelts.
Her pregnancy was awesome, she felt good, no sickness or back problems. I mostly felt fucking nervous, with my ex gf i had experienced 2 miscarriages so i was a nervous wreck the entire time. A week before due date, everything was ready, i was all set, bag in the hallway, full batteries in the camera everything was prepared. I get home from work at 5 pm and my wife tells me she has some weird feelings in her stomach, i started to time and yup, she was having contractions. Around 7 pm the gynocologist and midwife arrive, my wifes water hadn't broken yet. So they made it break(language barrier). 3 hours later, still not dilated enough. Off to the hospital. They told us they hooked up the monitor so we could hear the baby's heartbeat. Every time my wife had a contraction the baby's heartrate dropped. Wich scared the fuck out of me, i felt totally powerless and helpless. The call came in to get ready for a c section. My wife gets wheeled into the OR and i call both our parents with a status update, i get the soothing words from a assistent that everything is going to be just fine, just give the camera to one of the assistants and they will take pictures.
I sit at my wife's head, didn't really have to see her get cut open, already almost punched the anastegiologist when they gave her the epidermal, seeing someone cut open my wife would totally flip my lid. Anastegiologist was totally awesome, seeing my wife squint a bit from a sting and immediately upped the dosage keeping hercomfy. Out comes my baby boy, tiny little wrinkled thing, i immediately see it's a boy, i fall on my knees and cried like a little girl hugging my wife. I get to go to where they weigh my son, and pose for a picture where i cut the umbilical cord. When the assistant taking pictures says...what does it mean, no card? Oh god i forgot to put the sd card in the camera.....anastegiologist grabs his iphone and starts taking pictures. That guy saved the day really. 6:45 am my son was born. This is the first time i tell this story outside our family and it still draws a tear in my eye.
