Before my wife got pregnant, everyone would ask me what I was hoping for. I would always say- "As long as it's healthy, I'll be happy." It was the absolute truth, but at the same time a white lie.
My first (and only child thus far) is a girl. We didn't find out in advance, and when she came out I thought it was a boy (the netherregion of female babies are often swollen). I was excited for a split second, then disappointed for a split second. This sounds so selfish, but I always wanted a little boy. Playing sports in high school and college would afford me the opportunity to give my son the knowledge my dad never did because he hardly played high school ball. I would make my son into the next so and so, I could teach him the things about being a man my dad never took time to, blah, blah blah... ignorance.
To be honest with you, when she first came out it was pretty ugly. Cone shaped head, covered in a filmy white substance, uncontrollable screaming. But I'm telling you, man- the first time you hold that baby, all of those wishes for a boy are gone. When my daughter was placed on the warming tray, I stuck my pinky finger in her hand and she quieted, stopped crying, content. After that, I didn't leave her side the whole time. I went through everything with her. I couldn't and wouldn't take my eyes off of her. Some unexplainable connection took place.
Now she's two and a half. I wouldn't trade that girl for the world. I've got 11 pictures of her around my cube at work. Ridiculous. Do I really need 11?
My wife has been hinting at another child. This time I don't care. Honestly. This time, when I say I just want the baby healthy- I'll mean it. No white lies. I really hope you get to experience the same joy that I have, and hope you aren't disappointed with the gift of life.
Now I sound like some homo.
My first (and only child thus far) is a girl. We didn't find out in advance, and when she came out I thought it was a boy (the netherregion of female babies are often swollen). I was excited for a split second, then disappointed for a split second. This sounds so selfish, but I always wanted a little boy. Playing sports in high school and college would afford me the opportunity to give my son the knowledge my dad never did because he hardly played high school ball. I would make my son into the next so and so, I could teach him the things about being a man my dad never took time to, blah, blah blah... ignorance.
To be honest with you, when she first came out it was pretty ugly. Cone shaped head, covered in a filmy white substance, uncontrollable screaming. But I'm telling you, man- the first time you hold that baby, all of those wishes for a boy are gone. When my daughter was placed on the warming tray, I stuck my pinky finger in her hand and she quieted, stopped crying, content. After that, I didn't leave her side the whole time. I went through everything with her. I couldn't and wouldn't take my eyes off of her. Some unexplainable connection took place.
Now she's two and a half. I wouldn't trade that girl for the world. I've got 11 pictures of her around my cube at work. Ridiculous. Do I really need 11?
My wife has been hinting at another child. This time I don't care. Honestly. This time, when I say I just want the baby healthy- I'll mean it. No white lies. I really hope you get to experience the same joy that I have, and hope you aren't disappointed with the gift of life.
Now I sound like some homo.
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