From A Dads Point of View. Part 2
Here is part 2 continuing from my previous blog:
(Recap) Let me preface this by saying. I took a long shot at this. My husband is a very vocal man and tells me sweet nothings here and there, however, my husband is not a writer. I never thought in a million years that he would write this for me, but I had to take a shot and ask him anyway!
I asked him to tell me his point of view from his time during me being pregnant and breastfeeding.
Specifically:
What went through your mind when I told you I was pregnant?
How did you feel when you found out he was a boy?
What was going through your mind when I would randomly start crying? were you ready to run? lol
How did you feel or what were you thinking when you heard his heartbeat for the first time?
How was it for you caring for me while I was pregnant and taking on more responsibilites and working a full time job?
When it was getting closer to due date time, were you nervous?
When we went to the hospital to have a baby how was your stay? having to watch me go through being induced etc.
How did you feel when it was time to take our newborn home? were you nervous?
How was it staying home with a newborn, sleep deprived and going back to work?
When I left Luca for the first time on a trip to target and I called you crying, what was going through your mind?
When it was finally time to stop breastfeeding and a left to Vegas for 3 days, how did that go for you?
It was A LOT of questions and he gave me answers…
I am going to split this into parts because It is quite the read and I dont want overwhelm my readers.
So here we go:
Finding out we’re pregnant to IT’S A BOY!!!
I knew that after a couple of months, we’d find out the sex of the baby, and I was really looking forward to that—big time! I’ve never been the type to wait until they’re born to find out. Of course, I’d be happy either way, but I want to know what we’re dealing with—ha-ha. I did want a boy a little more because we already had two girls and one boy at the time, and another boy would be the perfect equalizer in the family.
My fiancé and I went to a place that could tell us the sex after 13 weeks. They wrote it down on a piece of paper, which my fiancé gave to a lady who makes gender reveal cakes. A couple of weeks later, it was just the two of us at home, and we decided to make a little reaction video of us cutting the cake open. We sliced it down the middle and opened it up to see blue inside! We got our baby boy. It was one of the best moments we’ve ever had as a couple.
After that point, it was back to living my normal everyday life—with a dose of pregnant wife emotions and doctor visits. I’d look over and see tears running down my wife’s cheeks and think, “Oh no, what are those for?” I’m terrible at handling someone else’s crying—even my pregnant wife, who’s crying because of me! But it never really bothered me, because I knew she was dealing with a wild amount of body changes that were throwing her emotions out of whack. So my main goal was to just not add to whatever she was already going through.
When it came to doctor visits, I always kind of disappointed my wife. She wanted me to be excited about the heartbeat and his growth and all that. But for me, I’ve never let myself get too excited about that stuff. I follow everything, but my focus is on a healthy birth and seeing my child take their first breath. That’s the moment that makes it real for me. I don’t think I’m the only father who sees it that way.
As we got closer to the due date, I definitely got a little more nervous. I knew that time was coming. I started to stress about all the things I thought about the day I was handed the pregnancy test. I also stressed about how it was going to work out at my job. I wanted to take paternity leave, but I’m in sales, and they don’t pay commission during leave. We couldn’t make it on just my base salary. I wondered how we were going to make it work because, at the time, my fiancé was working three weekdays, and there was no way I could work and take care of a newborn. We didn’t want to put him in daycare at all—I’ve been through that with my other two, and we had issues with daycare workers mistreating them.
Those were my main concerns leading up to the birth. Thankfully, my wife worked out a schedule where she switched her three workdays to Friday through Sunday, so our schedules worked out much better.
More answers coming next week! Stay tuned for part 3…
