Good for you!
I have a son & I'm divorced.
I never wanted kids, I didn't like kids, I didn't want to be tied down paying for kids.
I wanted to spend my money on ladies and races in Atlantic City, NOT on bottles, diapers and formula.
I was kinda excited about the kid coming..but I really couldn't get too worked up about it.
Then..she broke water and we went to the hospital. She was in labor for two fukking days I swear..she was pale..in pain..sweating and miserable. I sheepishly tried to stay by her side and comfort her the entire time.
Then the doctor pulled him out..he was slimy and covered w/ a little bit of blood. The umbilical cord, if you've never seen one..is quite a jolting sight. The doctor asks you if you want to cut it.
After the cord is cut, it seems like a swarm of medical people descend on the baby..the take him to a table in the corner, clean him up and do what's called an 'apgar' test. ( To see if he's OK. )
Then they put a little hat on him b/c the head is shaped like a pear after exiting the birth canal. Then they ask you what his name is..and you say it.
While they were cleaning up my son was the first time I heard him cry. I swear, when I heard him..you can TELL..you can TELL..that THAT baby is yours. He's yours and he belongs to YOU.
That's when your protective instincts kick in. All that bull$hit about Atlantic City..not wanting to spend money..not wanting to be tied down..all goes out the window. For the first time in MY life I knew I would die for something. Quite an experience..let me tell you. It is an overwhelming experience in the extreme and there is nothing else like it, not even remotely.
Then..while she is getting sewn back up, cleaned up..etc..they hand the baby to you. He's REALLY tiny and wrapped TIGHT in blankets. I looked into his eyes and he took a little breath and looked confused. I then looked at his fingers. He had fingerprints and everything. They were so DETAILED.
Anyway..having a kid is something like this: Do you have a friend you has never seen a cool movie? Say, 'The Matrix'. You ask him and he says..'No. I've never seen it. '. And you say..'OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE GOT TO SEE THAT MOVIE! I'll bring it over and we'll watch it.' That's a cool feeling isn't it? Seeing your friend enjoy the movie and go 'holy $hit!' this *is* COOL!
That's how it is w/ my son everyday. I take him to see sharks in the aquarium, dolphins, the museaum..firecrackers...rockets.super soakers..matchbox..video games..etc.
It's cool..It's something to look forward to. I wouldnt' trade it for anything in the world. I hope to have another child someday.
My 2 cents.
I have a son & I'm divorced.
I never wanted kids, I didn't like kids, I didn't want to be tied down paying for kids.
I wanted to spend my money on ladies and races in Atlantic City, NOT on bottles, diapers and formula.
I was kinda excited about the kid coming..but I really couldn't get too worked up about it.
Then..she broke water and we went to the hospital. She was in labor for two fukking days I swear..she was pale..in pain..sweating and miserable. I sheepishly tried to stay by her side and comfort her the entire time.
Then the doctor pulled him out..he was slimy and covered w/ a little bit of blood. The umbilical cord, if you've never seen one..is quite a jolting sight. The doctor asks you if you want to cut it.
After the cord is cut, it seems like a swarm of medical people descend on the baby..the take him to a table in the corner, clean him up and do what's called an 'apgar' test. ( To see if he's OK. )
Then they put a little hat on him b/c the head is shaped like a pear after exiting the birth canal. Then they ask you what his name is..and you say it.
While they were cleaning up my son was the first time I heard him cry. I swear, when I heard him..you can TELL..you can TELL..that THAT baby is yours. He's yours and he belongs to YOU.
That's when your protective instincts kick in. All that bull$hit about Atlantic City..not wanting to spend money..not wanting to be tied down..all goes out the window. For the first time in MY life I knew I would die for something. Quite an experience..let me tell you. It is an overwhelming experience in the extreme and there is nothing else like it, not even remotely.
Then..while she is getting sewn back up, cleaned up..etc..they hand the baby to you. He's REALLY tiny and wrapped TIGHT in blankets. I looked into his eyes and he took a little breath and looked confused. I then looked at his fingers. He had fingerprints and everything. They were so DETAILED.
Anyway..having a kid is something like this: Do you have a friend you has never seen a cool movie? Say, 'The Matrix'. You ask him and he says..'No. I've never seen it. '. And you say..'OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE GOT TO SEE THAT MOVIE! I'll bring it over and we'll watch it.' That's a cool feeling isn't it? Seeing your friend enjoy the movie and go 'holy $hit!' this *is* COOL!
That's how it is w/ my son everyday. I take him to see sharks in the aquarium, dolphins, the museaum..firecrackers...rockets.super soakers..matchbox..video games..etc.
It's cool..It's something to look forward to. I wouldnt' trade it for anything in the world. I hope to have another child someday.
My 2 cents.
