15 June 2013
When I was twenty one I saw myself still as a kid. Even though I was married and had my own house, I acted as if I didn’t have any responsibilities. That was until my wife and I found out she was pregnant. We knew from that point that just living to have fun would soon come to an end.
Almost nine months later we have already felt the change in our lifestyles. We weren’t able to do the things we would usually do. My wife felt very sick one night. She had chronic headaches, and grew dizzy when she was on her feet for too long, so we decided to go to the hospital and later found out she had preeclampsia. We had to stay in the dreadful hospital for two days with nothing but worry for our unborn child. A doctor finally came to see us with test results and told us we have to stay overnight and see if my wife would go into labor. If she didn’t she would have to be induced. That night was the longest night of my life. We had multiple nurses and doctors checking in but we weren’t getting any good news. I had fallen asleep on a awful uncomfortable couch around eleven thirty at night. I was awoken around two thirty in the morning by a doctor talking to my wife saying he would have to induce her to insure the babies health isn’t affected by her preeclampsia. I wasn’t sure if this was actually happening or if I was still dreaming because it felt unreal. The pounding heart in my chest assured me it was.
It didn’t take long after she was induced for her to go into labor. It felt like two minutes later she was giving birth. I was holding her hand as she about squeezed it off my arm. One more ear piercing scream yell later and the baby was here. This is when I first saw my son talon in the doctors hands covered in slimy goo and blood. I felt the happiest I have ever felt in my life. This was my first feeling of being a parent. It was a mixture of fear, happiness, and worry. We stayed the...