Over the last nine months, a boy child has been steadily growing in my wife’s womb. Well, our son’s arrival is upon us. My beloved went to the doctor the other day and he told her that he felt next week would be the time for our son to make his grand entrance.
I must admit: I am nervous! I mean it is my wife, on her back, pushing (if we can forgo the c-section option), and waiting for the doctor to stand up and say he is here. But I have never done this before, the images running through my mind have come from movies and other real-life horror stories. I’m sorry….I should not say horror stories. However, anything can happen in that room. Anything can happen to my wife and to our baby.
People always ask me if I am excited about the day of his birth coming. I tend to say that I am looking forward to it, but not necessarily excited. I don’t get excited about much of anything now because I am a realist and I have a bad habit of being a pessimist. My thing is that until I see this kid arrive with no problems easily noticeable, then I will be on pins and needles to some degree. I know negativity doesn’t help and I don’t say these things to my wife (or often anyway), nevertheless, negative thoughts still rear their ugly head in the the back of my mind.
Then, I’m not just worried about my thoughts. I am worried about my wife’s thoughts and hormones. I know that women can become quite fragile after giving birth and postpartum depression is a real thing. Although I know that it is a possibility for my wife to face this issue too, I am going to continue in my hope that it will not be a long-lasting time for her. At the same time, if it is meant for her to go through this kind of depression, then I pray that I will be loving and patient and uplifting to her as she needs me to be.
The great thing about being married to my wife is that we both believe and feel that we are in this thing together. I would not want anyone else for this journey.