Thursday, August 18, 2005

Busting the baby myth

One week into fatherhood I have arrived at two realizations.

1. Money should not be a consideration when deciding whether to have a baby or not.
2. Anyone who says, 'It's all worth it once you see your baby.', is a liar.

First things first -- one does not need a lot of money to have a baby. Admittedly it is not cheap, but lets face it, people all over the world, from many walks of life, have children EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY. I am positive that there is a doctor + hospital combination somewhere near that will be more than happy to help bring your child into the world. Even if they aren't happy, you can always throw the Hippocratic Oath in their faces.

Now, for those people who say, 'It's all worth it...', I advise all my dear women readers (er, dear woman lang pala) to take that statement with a grain of salt. While I am certain that seeing one's child for the first time is utterly exhillerating, once that abrupt panacea subsides the somber reality of privates being stitched, late night feedings, and consuming diapers like tissues swiftly takes root. Yes, it is all worth it, but not for a long long time.

So what do these two divergent points have in common? Based on these two realizations I have arrived at my First Theorem of Fatherhood, 'A baby can only be successful as a decision'. To explain further, I could have decided that it costs too much to pay for a pregnancy, labor and diapers; I could have decided that raising a child is too much of a hassle and tuned myself out to the experiece. Either of those decisions would have been easy to make.

Yet here I am at two in the morning, waiting for my one week old daughter to finish feeding so that I can burp her. I've decided to be a father, and this is the most fulfilling decision I have made in my life.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

One life changing event at a time

Here is a timeline to represent the biggest moment of my life.

August 8, 2005

Scene: Man and pregnant woman strolling in a mall.

8:00PM - Dinner at Cibo.

9:00PM - Back home, relaxing while watching The Bridge of San Luis Rey.

9:47PM - Wife experiences a contraction. Movie continues.

9:58PM - Another contraction. Man pulls out piece of paper and records time and length of contractions.

10:13PM - Another contraction.

10:14PM - Realization that today may be the day.

10:30PM, 10:45PM, 10:58PM, 11:05PM, 11:12PM, 11:19PM, 11:26PM, 11:31PM, 11:38PM, 11:45PM, 11:52PM - More contractions.

11:53PM - Doctor is called. Hospital meeting is decided. Last minute items packed in bags.

12ish - Bags are loaded and we drive over to the hospital. Rina in good spirits.

12:30AM - We realize that since I am driving, I either leave Rina at the door and park or we both park the car and walk up to the hospital. Rina says park. I decide that it is smart to not argue with a woman in labor. The short walk does her good.

12:50AM - Rina is changing into a hospital gown. I wonder if this is a false alarm.

1:02AM - Rina is brought to the Lamaze room and they hook her up to a fetal monitor. I'm given a 'scrub' set. I wear it over my clothes and swear it is the coolest thing in the world.

1:10AM - Doctor not there but orders oxygen and an IV to be administered, she is worried about the low fetal heartrate. Rina hates needles. I distract her while they poke the IV in. Contraction strength pretty intense (100++).

1:18AM - Our Doctor arrives. Rina very relieved.

1:20AM - Internal Exam is administered, very very painful. Rina not very happy with that.

1:22AM - Internal Exam not successful, cervix still positioned posterior. Rina still not happy (but not in pain). We decide to have an epidural administered.

2:00AM - IE #1, we are 5cm dilated

3:00AM - IE#2, 7cm dilated

4:00AM - Fully dilated

4:10AM - In the delivery room now. Rina freaks out when she sees that I have a camera with me. I promise to stay above her waist.

4:21AM - Push, push, push, push. Almost there.

4:34AM - Well sized nurse gets up an stool next to Rina and places her fists upon the fundus.

4:35AM - Push from Rina, PUSH from nurse.

4:36AM - Our lives change.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

And the skies opened...

When I was biking home one day from my cousin's house I got caught in a sudden downpour. In a blink of an eye the skies darkened and sheets of rain came down upon my head. Confused, and drawing upon the vast wisdom a nine year old had amassed, I decided to make a break for it and sped up my pedalling -- and promptly planted my front wheel in a pothole.

'Shhhhsssssttttt!', went the air from my tire.

'Waaaaaahhhhh!', bawled the soaked child in the rain.

Moral of the story, when making decisions it's sometimes better to wait for the rain to stop pouring.


Childhood trauma notwithstanding, I love rainy days (But as Carla said, not too many days in a row or else nakakadepress). I find tremendous comfort in the pitter-patter sound upon the roof, and how the airconditioning cools several degrees the moment the sky darkens. And in this dark cool cocoon that is my room, I pick up a book and open my soul to new worlds.