Today child and mama each have doctors appointments and I can’t be with them to hold hands and reassure them everything is going to be OK. We get his newborn test results back from the lab, and because tests and doctors make mama worry none of the three of us were able to get any sleep last night. Mama held onto child tight whispering in his ear that everything was going to be fine, that nothing was wrong with him and that the tests would come out negative for any signs of chronic diseases or disabilities. It wasn’t an easy night, and it isn’t an easy day because once child ran out of juice daddy held mama tight and whispered in her ear that everything was going to be OK, that the tests where going to come out in our favor for child, and mama too.
What I learned today about being a father:
Doctors and tests never worried me because I always knew that no matter the outcome of anything I would deal with it head on and not falter in destruction of disease or potential disability. It was easy for me when all I had to think about was me, but today my life has embarked on a totally different attitude towards the health of my family. I’m worried, and have been all day only because I didn’t completely think there was anything that I should be worried about until mama began to break down.
Mama is in good health, but since the pregnancy she has run into some complications with her lady parts. She is scared that we might find out something is more wrong then she thinks, and before last night I didn’t know to the extent what she was worried about. She opened up about what could be wrong, what might be wrong, and what could happen if the x’s and o’s line up the way she fears they can. She has over-researched her symptoms, done too many personal tests that can not truly be considered tests and continues to come to the same conclusion: that we will not be able to have more children.
Griffin, our boy, is our first. And as a new mother the thing that scares her most is not being able to have more children. She’s scared for herself, but finds solace and humor in knowing that we have him. But if you add-on the ideas of all that could be wrong with him that we don’t know about with a woman whose hormonal balance is completely out of structure we have created a recipe for super-sized anxiety, (hold the added stress). Being daddy I worry about my wife, I worry about my child, and I worry that I won’t be there in this time of need whether the news is good or bad because I am back to work.
What I think I know:
Though I have never considered myself an over-the-top romantic I know that a little support in the right direction goes a long way. I like to leave little notes in my wife’s purse or travel bag, maybe stuffed in the pages of a book she is or is not reading, to let her know how much I care about her and how wonderful she is. I don’t do this to gain from it, I just know that sometimes she needs a little pick-me up, a reminder that I’m here for her and that despite what she thinks I am thinking about her. At the doctors she found my note. I don’t know how things have turned out yet, but when she texted me to tell me she found my note I could sense a that strength coming back in her. It read, ‘Found Ur note. U R the sweetest man I know. I love U. Need milk.’
Positive letters from mama make my day better, and no matter how low I can get I know that doing what I can to brighten her day is what being daddy is all about.
Tip of the Week: Carry the Load.
The Load can mean many different things for different people, because every situation is different. For me, my wife needs me to be strong when she can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel or when the what if’s seem too out of her control. Being Daddy means I have to carry that load for her, be up when she is down, leave loving messages for her to find even if it isn’t me.
But whether it’s that emotional load our significant others can’t bear or the load that is all the new things that go with taking your baby somewhere, being daddy is being strong when we need to be, empathetic when she needs us to be, and loving as much as we can be. Oh, and don’t forget the milk.