Ok, I know I won’t be the one pushing a watermelon through a pinhole, but I am already nervous. I am more nervous about the labor process than I am about being a father.
The way I see it, labor is finite. There is a fixed amount of time to figure it out and keep my wife as sane as possible. But as a father, I will have plenty of time to make mistakes. If I decide to dress her in what my wife deems as a horrendous outfit, I won’t do it again (god forbid!).
I read a rather lengthy and overwhelming book recently telling me about about all the breathing, labor positions, and ways to support the mother during labor. While I remember the general concepts, I fear the devil is in the details. We also didn’t take any birthing classes. So I suppose we are both going into this with the same idea that “we’ll figure it out.” Which I suppose is what the entire next chapter in our life is going to be – figuring it out.
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