The anticipation for a new beginning can leave one unsure, scared and curious about what happens next. I have been told everything has an appointed time and we should not try and speed up the process through any means necessary. In this instance, I was told the appointed time was April 15th, 2011; there will be a new addition to a otherwise great family-a bundle of joy.
Someone once told me that you will never be ready for such an event in your life. It does not matter if you are 16 years of age or a 150; it seems that nothing can prepare you for the event but there are different avenues you can take. You can try and plan or just go with the flow of the events that are to come. Take the classes, read the books, listen to people who have gone through the process and those who have not; the choice is yours and your alone to make. I know it seems like a a lot of the advise is contradicting but it is all there to ease the transition. A famous saying states that "it takes a village to raise a child" I hope it is true because no one should have to raise a child alone.
I view myself as an outsider looking in but after a time you become more involved in the process. I remember when I saw the first ultrasound and was astounded of what was to be. You begin to realize how precious life is, and it is beautiful indeed. You take a look at the photograph and you start to outline physical features such as a head, hands, feet even a spinal cord and it becomes so real. Everyone seems to have their part in this play of life. There seems to be major roles and minor ones but they are all very vital. My part in this play seems to be small at first but after a time it becomes more and more important. Whether its taking the mom to be to a doctors appointment or listening to her thoughts and concerns, I felt like a made an impact or an impression.
Months go by and you start to notice the life forming in her womb. You start to notice that this is not a dream and it is happening as we speak. You hope that the members of the village can come together in the best interest of the future. You admire the fact that she made a decision and sought to see it through no matter the cost.
It is now the 37th week of the pregnancy, she has done a remarkable job making her scheduled appointments and classes. She has overcome the morning sickness and stress. The father to be has been with her every step of the way. He really showed his fortitude by "stepping up" and "rising to the occasion". I am really proud of both of them.
I have been with my partner for over two years now. We are engaged to be married and she has two teenage kids which I love like my own. The children have been in my life for over four years and I can say I have been more like a student than a teacher. They have opened me up to new viewpoints and possibilities. They are adolescents and adults ready to take on the world in their own way. I have experience with parenting teens but not a new born so I was not sure how to advise the parents to be. All I can do is try to be as much as a resource to them as possible.
We get a call 3 A.M. in the morning about her labour pains. I suit up and start the car and proceed to pick them up and head to the Hospital. Proceed to the Birthing Unit and we are informed by the nurse that it is a false alarm. At first we are upset about it but we are reminded that it is a practice run. "We are not talking about the game, we are talking about practice." I remember Allen Iverson's quote when I think about the whole thing. Well, I know the shortcuts to the hospital and I certainly think I am prepared for the main event.
Could I ever be so wrong; the main event began on April 7th, 2011-a week ahead of schedule. This led to another trip to the Birthing Unit at the Hospital. I get there in record time without any observed moving violations. She well received by the hospital's staff and the waiting period begins. I am waiting in a room with my partner and the father to be. I try to offer some support but am not sure what to do or say. The labour is a long process from what I have been told. I get a chance to see the expectant mother in her room. She has already met with the doctor, her contractions are monitored, so are her vital signs as well as the baby's. I look around the room to see the different posters or fact sheets explaining birth. She has to go from one centimeters of dilation to 10 centimeters, I can only offer little and outdated advise. She informs me that Lamaze is a thing of the past, much to my surprise.
Hours go by and the village members start to congregate in support of the new addition. Many of them travel hundreds of miles to show support. I amazed and astonished about this fact. We all stand around patiently waiting in the hospital for the bundle of joy to arrive. It is a stressful situation made easier by their arrival. After hours of waiting at the hospital, I decide to leave and get some rest.
It is 8:05 A.M. in the morning on April 8th, 2011. I receive a call from my significant other. She informs me that we have a new addition to the family. He is a beautiful baby boy, he weighs 7 pounds 11 ounces and is roughly 20 inches tall. I head to the hospital again to see the new baby, one that will eventually call me GRANDPA. He is absolutely amazing, I look at the mother, she has put up with a lot of pain and is recovering quite nicely. The father is full of emotion and joy. It is hard to explain only a picture can accurately describe it because "a picture is worth a thousand words." This is certainly true indeed. I won't give you the baby's name but he is named after an ancient Egyptian mythical bird that reincarnates itself every thousand years to form a new beginning.