Got inspired for this question while reading a thread about someone who's going to have a baby.
Anyway, I remember I was really excited throughout the pregnancy weeks, and I couldn't wait to see my son... And then we were in the labor room, he pops out (eventually...), and I'm like, it dawned on me at once, from now on, and for the rest of my life I will have to take care of that guy!
He was there lying wrapped in hospital blanket, looking around, don't know if he could actually see something at that time, but his eyes were moving all over the place.
My strongest emotion was when I had to go with him to be bathed, and then he had to get a couple of shots, when the nurse was injecting him the first shot he started crying, and I was getting upset, hey you're hurting my son! The second shot, I had to hold my self back from punching her in the face, though I knew its for his own good, still, someone is hurting your helpless son, and he is crying for help... Well that's what I felt at the time.
Anyway, I remember I was really excited throughout the pregnancy weeks, and I couldn't wait to see my son... And then we were in the labor room, he pops out (eventually...), and I'm like, it dawned on me at once, from now on, and for the rest of my life I will have to take care of that guy!
He was there lying wrapped in hospital blanket, looking around, don't know if he could actually see something at that time, but his eyes were moving all over the place.
My strongest emotion was when I had to go with him to be bathed, and then he had to get a couple of shots, when the nurse was injecting him the first shot he started crying, and I was getting upset, hey you're hurting my son! The second shot, I had to hold my self back from punching her in the face, though I knew its for his own good, still, someone is hurting your helpless son, and he is crying for help... Well that's what I felt at the time.
