Tuesday, June 12, 2012

A Father Before Birth

Welcome to the Second Edition of the  Black Birth Carnival. Hosted by Darcel of  The Mahogany Way Birth Cafe and Nicole of Musings From The Mind of Sista Midwife. The Topic: Not Without Our Fathers. So often we talk birth in women circles. We celebrate birth within the feminine community and forget that without the fathers our birth experiences would be non existent. June 17th marks the day many will celebrate fathers in this country. With that in mind we came up with our topic for this installment of the Black Birth Blog Carnival.
 photo by Saddi Khali

I’ve shared some of my son’s birthing story in the past with the emphasis on important points I wanted to convey to him. However, in honor of Father’s Day, I want to share with you from the perspective of how my children’s father impacted our childbirth experience. Creation is a miracle that is a joint effort between the divine, the man, and the woman. My children’s father and I were a team and when I needed to lean on his strength and wisdom, he made himself available.

I was pretty young when we got married and shortly after the wedding I discovered I was pregnant. I figured we would have children, someday, just not so soon. I was apprehensive about telling my new husband that we were going to be expecting a bundle of joy while we were living in a tiny basement apartment, just starting our life together. I met him one day for lunch to share the news and his reaction was most memorable. He asked if that was all I had to tell him because he already knew I was pregnant. My hesitation was unwarranted because he was excited that we were going to be parents. During the following months, he was very attentive; making sure he let me know how beautiful I was and how much he looked forward to greeting our child. He would speak to her constantly and play music for her. We read books on parenting and how to prepare spiritually for the new life that was coming forth. We had long debates on what to name our child, not knowing if we would have a girl or boy. We finally settled on a male name but were still searching for the most appropriate female name. One day while we were watching a movie, we had a simultaneous epiphany – the baby princess’s name would be perfect for our daughter.  Now we were ready for her arrival. About two weeks prior to my due date something strange happened; I started leaking. I didn’t realize that it was possible for one’s water to break at the rate of a trickle. I went to my doctor because I figured that wasn’t right. He didn’t examine me, just took my word on what was happening with my body and said I had a urinary tract infection. The doctor ordered antibiotics for me. My husband decided that was ludicrous, so we nixed the pills. I stayed home, relaxed, and dripped for three days. That third night I had trouble sleeping. I stayed on the sofa, unsuccessfully trying to locate a comfortable position. By this point, I had been in labor for days yet did not know it. I also did not know what labor pains really felt like so I was back and forth from the bathroom thinking I had to move my bowels. If it was not for my husband, our daughter would have been born in the toilet. Against my doctor’s instructions, he insisted that we go to the hospital when we did. Two hours after we reached the hospital, our first child was born.

Fast forward eight years, I am once again pregnant. We are a little older and just a tad bit more prepared to become parents for the second time. The whole family was involved with the preparation for our son. My husband and daughter accompanied me to all of the pre-natal visits. When my diet was restricted because I was borderline diabetic, my husband ensured I had the foods I needed to stay healthy and he encouraged me to walk as much as I could. As with our first child, this child was spoken to by his father daily and was showered with prayers and music. We researched names and decided upon those that declared life to the traits we wanted our son or daughter to exhibit. When I went into labor with our son, I knew what to expect this time. We brought our daughter with us to the hospital and she was in the room when her brother was born.  After the doctor (not the same one from before) caught the baby, his father cut the umbilical cord. Before I held our son, his father cradled him, prayed for him and dedicated him to God.

Today, our children are 22 and 13 years old. Although we have since divorced, our children are happy, well-adjusted, and successful at this stage in their lives. I believe their father and I gave them the best we could from the time they were conceived. Mothers and fathers each bring a unique and necessary dynamic to the process of child birthing. I am thankful that I was not alone during this period and that together we were able to lay a foundation of love and support for our children.

As we celebrate fathers, please share your stories of fathers who have impacted you or your children's lives.

Please take the time to read and comment on the other participants posts. 

Shahmet at Adia Publishing: A Father Before Birth
Reggie at WhatrUWorkinon?: They’re All Miracles
Nicole  at Musings From The Mind of Sista Midwife:  #BlackBirth Not Without Our Fathers
Darcel at The Mahogany Way Birth Cafe: Are Men at Birth Important?
Alexis at The Ivy Expansion: A Fathers Love
Mavhu at F.W. Hargrove: I Birth At Home 

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  1. The birth of a child is one of life's unique precious miracles. Your story is as unique as a child's birth. Reading it was a pleasure.

  2. Thanks for taking the time to pass through; hope to see you again.

  3. Thanks so much for sharing your story as a part of the Black Bith Blog Carnival. I really love hearing these types of stories of strenght, love, and support between couples to bring forth life. Happy you got a new Doc the second time around ;-)

  4. Thank you so much for including me in the carnival ... I look forward to the next topic!