Dadurday Pregnancy The First Year

Dadurday #26: Welcome to the World, Miles Joseph

By on January 30, 2017

“Hello my son,
welcome to Earth.
May not be my last,
but you’ll always be my first.”

Sturgill Simpson,
Welcome to Earth (Pollywog)  

While one might expect a post written shortly after their birth to solely focus on them, I’m taking a bit of a different approach here. There will be plenty of time to talk about how much we love and adore you (and we really do), but for now, we need to talk about the day’s true hero (assuming you read the Setting the Scene post, and you have some awareness of what childbirth entails, you probably have a good idea of who I’m referring to).

I’ve always known your Mom was a very strong person — it was one of the things that first attracted me to her when we met — but the strength your Mom showed over the past 24 hours was beyond anything I could have imagined. I read a fair amount to prepare for the labour, and went in thinking I had my bases relatively covered, but ultimately none of it even came close to sufficing.

The books told me that contractions would be fairly far apart (and likely irregular) in the early stages.

Your Mom’s were frequent and regular throughout (from around 11 p.m.).

I was told this early stage would be a good time to binge watch a Netflix series.

Binge drinking would have been more appropriate, having to listen to the woman you love scream in agony for ten hours straight.

I was told that adrenaline would help get you both through what can be a rather long process.

You decided to gift us with an all-nighter, and the adrenaline faded by about 7 a.m. (meaning we fell about three hours short, as you were born at 9:50).

Needless to say, any man who thinks he’s of the stronger gender either hasn’t witnessed childbirth, or needs to get his head out of… wherever it might be. Not only am I certain that I couldn’t have gone through what your Mom did without an epidural (or perhaps two, if that’s an option), I’m fairly certain I would have elected to go the old fashioned way, and ask that they just knock me out until the whole thing’s over.

As far as I’m concerned, and as far as you should be concerned, your Mom is a superhero (I should note that Grammy and BB have also achieved this status). Not only did she make an incredible sacrifice to bring you into this world, but she did it naturally, electing to go through an inconceivable amount of pain to ensure that you were given the best start possible.


Did I mention your Mom basically delivered you herself?

Yeah. Superhero.