I’ve had a lot of these experiences lately. You see my wife gave birth on June 22nd. Our baby’s name is Harry.
Being a male in the delivery room of a hospital has got to be one of the most humbling experiences a man can have. I will never know the pain of childbirth like my wife has. And those ladies in the delivery room? They all know it, too. So everything I say there has the potential to sound like I’m a patronizing jerk, even the simple encouragement for my wife to persevere.
My wife is tough and displays exemplary endurance. She has a couple marathons under her belt. In fact, on Harry’s due date she ran three miles in an effort to kickstart her labor! Who does that?
But in the throes of labor, my wife’s exemplary endurance peaks and I see and hear things from my wife that I’m not used to experiencing with her. It’s a little bit scary, but it’s mostly helplessness that I feel. The only way her pain can go away is for her to finish the process of delivering the baby but I am unable to help bear her pain. I am not even able to properly empathize with her.
But there, in that delivery room, I was able (this will sound presumptuous) to [Read more...]