Hi, It’s the scared First Time Dad here and I emphasize the SCARED ‘cause I really am so scared it’s not even funny.
So as I’m writing this I’m expecting another mean contraction to hit Chantel in the next two minutes. Yes, it’s been like that since I woke up early this morning. I actually got up and spent about two hours with a stopwatch trying to time the contractions just to make s it’s the real thing. After two hours after determining that they are real thing and she is indeed in what they call early labor, I took a nap for an hour ‘cause I was ‘moer’ tired. Sadly for Chantel, she’s not had that much sleep because of the pains and deep down I’m starting to feel them too :-(
But that’s a prize of being parents right? Well at least that’s what I hear.
Mix Up with the due date...
So, it seems that I got a lil’ excited way before time. Somehow the doctor of the hospital we were transferred to for delivery, managed to move the due date to December the 25th, 2009 when it was originally set for the 10th of January 2010. This as you may already know got us (especially myself) very excited, but it wasn’t to be. Christmas day came and passed and there was no so sign and that’s when we decided we were gonna stick with the original date and NOT panic. So then life went on as normal, went back to work last Wednesday and had a nice weekend at home with a few friends and family over to visit us between Saturday and Sunday (The 10th of Jan).
And when everyone was gone and we were just about to sleep and get ready for work on my Monday, Chantel started feeling some pains in her lower abdomen (I hope I got the term right) and we didn’t give them that much attention because as you know theres something called fake or false contractions, right? So we just timed them for about half an hour and went to sleep afterwards.
It’s finally happening, and the real thing this time around
So round about 3am this morning, Chantel started getting them again, but she decided to be a ‘nice’ wife and let me sleep while she was in agony. Honestly I would have complained if she’d woken me up, but we all know how women are and that’s why we love them so much. But she did wake me up when the pain got worse and she was in tears, that was at about 5:30am and that’s we confirmed it was happening.
Anyway, it’s about 11am and the contractions are now closer to each other and I think it’s time to head to the hospital and while we both get ready, I’ve taken my car to the car wash around the corner for a full wash, just so that my son gets a type of reception he deserves J
Oh, his cot and everything are all ready, did all that last week, but I still have his car seat and pram in the box, we’ll sort that out in the next few days.
In concluding, I’d like to ask you all to pray for us and our baby boy who’s about to make a grand entrance to this beautiful world. Thank you in advance…
I’ll try to keep you updated while we at the hospital via twitter updates, if you don’t already follow me on twitter, please follow me here (http://www.twitter.com/cntombela)
Gotta go for now friends
ps. Please ignore all the spelling mistakes, I wrote this in a hurry :-) But I’m a bad writer by nature anyway :P
Monday, January 11, 2010
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Welcome to my secret diary
Oh well I guess it won't be so 'secret' anymore as I'm gonna let you in to almost everything I'll be doing from this point on, as a first time dad of course.
A bit of background...
Well, where do I start? from the beginning? I guess so...
Who am I?
Ok, I'm Calvin and I'm just about to be a dad, a first time dad that is (I think I've mentioned that already but anyway) . I love football, in fact I'm almost a fanatic and I have a feeling that my son will be a very good striker, how do I know this? ask his mom and she'll tell you he never stops kicking, plus he watches almost every game of football I watch.
So after being married for 3 years, my wife and I decided it was time to bring a little one to our small family. And as you may have already guessed, I wanted a boy and she wanted a girl and guess who won? me of course :) So in April sometime, we did the deed (if you know what I mean) and my wife conceived, went to the doctor six weeks later and he confirmed that we were indeed expecting a little one. I promise you I had never been happier, I think I told everyone I know and I immediately started dreaming about how good a dad I was gonna be to my child.
Fast forward...
Today, approximately 32 weeks later, our baby is fully grown and perfectly healthy. He is a full term baby now as doctors put it, meaning if he were to be born today, he'd survive because his lungs have fully matured and ready to adjust to life outside his mom's tummy. With that said, Chantel (my wife) has started experiencing all the labour signs with the contractions becoming almost a norm now (I sound like I know what I'm talking about don't I?), which means the baby is getting ready to pop out just about anytime now.
It feels more real now than ever, I'm scared, happy, anxious, excited, nervous and everything in between. Scared particularly because early in our pregnancy I made one of the biggest mistakes any father-to-be can ever make, I watched a program called "Birth Stories" and that friggin thing scared the sh!t out of me, I won't even get to it now because I really want to be in that labour room when my wife gives birth. Basically fathers should never allow themselves to be tricked into watching that television program, it's traumatizing.
Ok, I think that's too much babbling for the first post, I hope I made sense though.
Till next time
A bit of background...
Well, where do I start? from the beginning? I guess so...
Who am I?
Ok, I'm Calvin and I'm just about to be a dad, a first time dad that is (I think I've mentioned that already but anyway) . I love football, in fact I'm almost a fanatic and I have a feeling that my son will be a very good striker, how do I know this? ask his mom and she'll tell you he never stops kicking, plus he watches almost every game of football I watch.
So after being married for 3 years, my wife and I decided it was time to bring a little one to our small family. And as you may have already guessed, I wanted a boy and she wanted a girl and guess who won? me of course :) So in April sometime, we did the deed (if you know what I mean) and my wife conceived, went to the doctor six weeks later and he confirmed that we were indeed expecting a little one. I promise you I had never been happier, I think I told everyone I know and I immediately started dreaming about how good a dad I was gonna be to my child.
Fast forward...
Today, approximately 32 weeks later, our baby is fully grown and perfectly healthy. He is a full term baby now as doctors put it, meaning if he were to be born today, he'd survive because his lungs have fully matured and ready to adjust to life outside his mom's tummy. With that said, Chantel (my wife) has started experiencing all the labour signs with the contractions becoming almost a norm now (I sound like I know what I'm talking about don't I?), which means the baby is getting ready to pop out just about anytime now.
It feels more real now than ever, I'm scared, happy, anxious, excited, nervous and everything in between. Scared particularly because early in our pregnancy I made one of the biggest mistakes any father-to-be can ever make, I watched a program called "Birth Stories" and that friggin thing scared the sh!t out of me, I won't even get to it now because I really want to be in that labour room when my wife gives birth. Basically fathers should never allow themselves to be tricked into watching that television program, it's traumatizing.
Ok, I think that's too much babbling for the first post, I hope I made sense though.
Till next time
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