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A Fatherhood Story


For me, the word revolution has always conjured up images of violent epic battles fought for a noble cause. Revolutionaries would sacrifice nearly everything to ensure a better future for themselves and generations to follow. As for fatherhood, the revolution really begins from within. The battle waged is fought in the mind between one’s independent self and the father to be. Stress laden thoughts, sleepless nights, irrational fears and more can all be attributed to the enormous change an expectant father must attempt to grasp in a small window of time. Yet similar to every revolution, one moment in history can be traced to the life changing catalyst that sparked the call to action. For most Dads I would guess the revolution began not with a bang but rather the soft spoken words, “Honey, I’m pregnant.” [ Insert expectant Dad’s primal scream here]

The days and months that followed rushed by like a cascading effect that knocked down previously held priorities and erected new ones. The deconstruction of the existence you once held dear runs parallel to the construction of the new man you are to become. My fiercely independent self would need to adapt or get crushed by the reality about to unfold. I remember often hearing from my friends and family members with children how I should “enjoy myself” now because once the kid arrives, everything changes. That the freedoms my wife and I enjoyed and took for granted would no longer avail themselves to us as parents. And it wasn’t that they were necessarily trying to be vindictive, it was more along the lines of getting me prepared for my new life as a Dad, a family man.

Suffice to say, I was in crisis mode throughout most of my wife’s pregnancy. The aforementioned identity struggle coupled with an increasing sense of uncertainty about fatherhood consumed me. I didn’t feel I’d ever be ready. I was a man overwhelmed by self-doubt buried neck deep in questions with the tide rising. Emotionally I had become unhinged without a means to reconnect. The comforting words of friends no longer registered with me. Debilitating stress formed a nearly impenetrable wall.

As our due date approached, my anxiety heightened further. When we attended Lamaze class my heartbeat would often drown out the sounds in the room. I was lost in thought all except for one, our child will be what saves me. Like a zen meditation mantra, it was the thought of our child “saving” me that gave me a sense of calm. It was the one clear connection that enabled me to brush aside the mountain of thoughts that weighed heavily on my mind.

My son arrived two weeks early. I remember in the months prior expressing to my wife how I was adamantly opposed to being in the room for the birth of our son. “Just too much for me to handle!” I’d lament. But on the day of my son’s birth, it was all a blur.

I was in the room comforting my wife as she endured excruciating pain like a champion, then I remember a nurse rushing in demanding I “hold her leg!” Moments later I was officially a Daddy. I felt dumbstruck but not anxious. The weight had been lifted and replaced by awe. Shortly after a nurse had cleaned up our son and approached me. She asked if I’d like to hold my son. I almost unconsciously replied to her, “no, that’s okay” because quite frankly, I had never held a newborn baby let alone my own. She smiled at me knowingly, handed me my son and I in turn just stared for what seemed like hours at this little life before me.

Six years later I’m now the father of two beautiful children. The joy and challenges of fatherhood continue to evolve as they grow. So too does the context of the what it means to be a father. As a whole, men have made the conscious decision to be more engaged in the lives of their children. Collectively, we’re navigating unchartered waters. Yet that’s okay. No one every said this revolution would be easy.

How did you handle becoming a new Dad or Mom?

  • Funny, I was very much opposed to cutting the umbilical cord. The whole idea of doing it to feel a part of the birthing process felt fake to me, and also, why trust a man whose life just changed with scissors near a newborn baby?

    But then I got called behind the curtain, given scissors, and told where to cut. So I cut.

    • cutemonster

      When placed in the moment, all inhibitions become meaningless, don’t they?