I was really looking forward to the birth of my son. And the moment when he was born, became the happiest in my life. Also special for me were the days of dating a baby with his dad.
My husband also really wanted a child, but because the last month of waiting was for us the longest. Sometimes he even began to carry on negotiations with his son, who was in the stomach, and begged him to get out as soon as possible. He told the kid how to play with him, take care of him.
But he did not want to hear about joint births. He said that his nervous system would not stand for it. I really wanted him to be at the moment of birth, so that I could hear the baby’s first cry, see how it looks. In the end, I realized that he was really not ready for this, and left him alone.
Acquaintance through glass
My son was born at night. After the birth, I wrote to my husband the message that he had become the father of the boy Egorka, weighing 3090 grams. and 51 cm tall. There was no power to wait for an answer, so as soon as the sleeping baby was taken away, I, too, went to bed.
Early in the morning, our dad was already waiting at the door of the hospital. But since there were no empty seats in the wards, I was lying on the couch in the corridor, and my son was in the children’s department. Therefore, my husband had to leave with nothing.
The long wait for their first meeting and the husband, thirsting for the first time to see his son, and me, hurrying to hurry to boast the spouse our wonderful kid.
Later in the evening we were still transferred to the chamber of joint residence. She was on the ground floor. Due to this, the husband was finally able to see the crumb, but only through a closed window. It is very difficult to describe his emotions, because there were a lot of them. His face shone, tears of joy drew in his eyes. At the same time he was very proud.
The son then ridiculously squinted his eyes because of the sunlight, and the husband on the phone asked me to open them again so that he could see well and remember his daddy.
Communication through the glass lasted for three days, while we were in the hospital. Our dad would spend the entire free time (in the morning before work and in the evening after it) under our window.
On the fourth day, we were discharged, and the long-awaited moment for Dad’s closer acquaintance with his son came. The husband carefully took Yegor from the hands of a nurse and looked at his face for a long time, trying to understand what he looked like. My son turned out to be an exact copy of his father, from which her husband was delighted.
The meeting continued for the rest of the day. The spouse did not leave the baby a single step, giving it to me only during the feeding. He wore him in his arms, lay with him on the couch, did not leave his bed when his son fell asleep. And he constantly sniffed at him, claiming that he could not breathe with them.
Even the washing away of his son’s priests took over. I did not think that everything would be like that. Of course, his joy was expected. But he treated his only child so carefully and skillfully that I was breathtaking. By the way, in the first nights he could not even fall asleep, worrying that Yegor was not near him, but in his crib.
The first meeting was a success.