First time as a father, watching his own wife birth out his own son, translated…
As my husband heads out to shop, the weather was cold, he had to put on that yarn hat. The hat and the surgical mask had covered half of his, face, with his smiling eyes. He stood on the lanai, with the green screen door, waved goodbye to me, signaling me he was going out.
This was, déjà vu! That small boat of my memories, made me drift back to the day I gave birth to our eldest son forty year ago.
After twenty plus hours of labor, I was finally, wheeled, into the birthing ward. Completely drained of all my, energies, I lay, propped up at the elbows on the surgery platform, those who surrounded me were, the medical staff members in their green sterilized surgical hats and robes, in their surgical caps and masks. I'd heard the sounds in a daze from all around me, "mom, hold your breath in! Hold it! Wait a bit, then, push!" "Come on, you CAN do it! Just a few more times, and, your son will be, out!"
Every individual dressed in green, they all looked, extremely, professional, and hardworking………odd though, how come there's that man, dressed hi full armor at the corner over there, with his right hand on his chest, waving at me lightly?
from this...photo from online
"What did the surgeon wave to me? Do I, know, him?", I'd thought, in the midst of my own, fatigue.
My son was finally out of me, the gynecologist then, turned toward that weird man in green, said, "come, dad, come and cut the cord!"
That weird man was, hesitant, seemed to not understand, that the surgeon was, talking TO him. The surgeon called out at him once more, "dad, please come and cut the cord, to separate your wife and, son, okay?"
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! That "stranger" in the green cap and gown, was, my, husband, also the "daddy" of my, child! To be there with me in the birthing ward, he put on that sterilized outfit, and, being busy, pushing my son out of me, I'd not, recognized my own, husband!
to, this...the father, cutting the cord of his own newborn infant...photo from online
As the nurse placed my son wrapped in the clothes, against my bosom, smiled and told me, "mommy, daddy, take a look, your son is healthy, ten little fingers, ten little, toes!"
We both started crying then, and looked at each other, and smiled, we'd, welcomed our new title of, "mommy" and "daddy" together, our brand new, identities.
So, this is from a woman's, angle, in the, birthing, ward, she's, too tired from pushing her own son out, after more than TWENTY whole hours of labor pains, and so, it's understandable, that she'd, not recognized her husband, and, this is extremely advanced compared to from before, when men are, kept OUT, in the WAITING area of the maternity ward, pacing, sweating, waiting to hear that sound of their own babies' first CRY! And every man should be FORCED to WATCH his own wife go through the HARD labors, or better yet, get HYPNOTIZED (and yeah, actually saw that on my cruises vacation from '07), that way you guys will, APPRECIATE how much trials our bodies weather through, to bring your children into this, "outside", world.
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