It was a natural birth. Dragon didn't want her drugs until after our baby was born. I told her, "This is not the gladiator movie. If it starts to hurt, take the epidural!" Dragon was breathing very heavily, she could have cussed out the nurses when the pain got intense, but it wouldn't have meant as much to her as cursing someone who would take it personally.
It was a good thing I was around. Dragon was breathing all the wrong and the baby started coming out before anything was ready. I had to remind her to hold on. Before my kid was born, I used to think very differently about being in the delivery room. Like there is absolutely no reason to be around. You're there for support, but you're really just a pain in the ass. You coo and whisper supportively, trying to help your wife concentrate on her breathing. It never works. If it was me delivering the kid, I'd want to hear a manly song.. like the one I could sing along with Michael Jackson.. "Beat it... beat it.. just beat it..." I could breath to the drum cadence and move my butt profusely on the bed - and say 'hello' to my newborn in no time. Men also say stupid things in the delivery room. Men are such lamebrains. She's lying there and we're going "God, honey, that's gotta hurt," or "Will I be able to use that area again?"
But the attitude changed the minute I saw the baby coming out into our world. Seeing the process first hand just reinforced my belief that men are far more jealous about women's ability to bear a child that we'll admit. We can't do what women can, so they have the ultimate power. We act like they don't. We did not treat them well because we can't have kids. We demean them - not because they'll accept it, but just to keep them in their place. If women understood the power they have, I don't know what we'd do. Maybe they do know. Nah, I can't even consider that. Too scary.
I can't even fathom having to really deliver a child. I watched that child come out. The pride swelled up in me. Also the anger, and the competition. What I witnessed was something that hurt my woman and I couldn't stop it. And something that made her happy in a way that I've never been able to make her happy. This doesn't mean her screams didn't make me think, "Boy.. I'm glad I'm a guy!" Our baby boy finally arrived yesterday. Yes, a baby boy. I discovered later that dragon and the gynae were in on this and just trying to get back at me for the crack about the baby girl. I had to kill them both.
My next blog will be about single parenting.
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