I was in the room but, I did not watch any part of the delivery. I know it's suppose to be a beautiful thing but, to me, it would just be a quarterback (doctor) yelling "Congratulations HUT!" pulls a bloody football out of the linebacker's loins (wife) and hands it off to me as the whole room prays I don't fumble. No thanks! I'm sure I can live a happier life not seeing my favorite part of my wife explode.
Even though it took 9 months, knowing the due date and all, it still felt abrupt. My wife comes out of the bathroom and says "I had a contraction and peed something funny." I say, "Well let's go then I guess?" The point is when you're a first time parent, you're just never ready. Just have the bags packed before the due date and allow your wife's contractions to keep you on your toes. Hot tip: Don't be too worried about every contraction in that final couple of weeks, your wife should KNOW when it's actually time.
So Carter was born on a cold, rainy day on December 4th. I'm not the crying type but, when I heard my son's first cry, my eyes just welled up and I laid my head onto my wife's and we cried together. It still gives me chills because that person you were waiting for, for so long has just arrived. He was just Pinocchio inside the womb and when his cry echoed inside the delivery room, he became a real boy. And honestly, I finally felt like a real man.
