We are very happy that our new section Stories of parents, one of the initiatives we have had on the blog to celebrate Father's month, is having a good reception.
We receive this story from Gabriel, dad of a little girl named Victoria who tells us about the birth of her little girl and tells us how this has changed her character and sensitivity.
Gabriel has a blog, where he tells details of his daughter and we thank him for sharing his story with us and we encourage other parents to send us their story to [email protected].
This is the story he sends us:
Good morning to all. I am Gabriel from the Federal Capital, Buenos Aires (Argentina). First, I want to congratulate you on the blog since it has been a constant help to learn (more) things and to be a little better father every day. I had a pretty good pregnancy: not only because I knew that my wife was emerging as an impeccable mother (we are first-time), but things got pretty quiet. From the first moment I get all the information possible to face the future (I like to know where I'm treading; the more anticipation, the better).
At the time of birth some problems appeared (hypertension in the mother, stress with swallowing of meconium in the daughter), added to some with the hospital itself (lack of contact with me and the rest of the family that was waiting outside without knowing the situation, lack of anesthetist, etc). When I learned that the delivery (by caesarean section), had gone well, I was invited to go to Intensive Care to meet my daughter. There I saw her for the first time, in a closed incubator crying inconsolably. The doctor in charge of taking care of her told me not to worry because everything had gone well (it was only as a safety measure, her stomach fluids were extracted). Then, I wonder if I wanted to touch her, what I agreed to. He opened one of the 'windows' to put his hand (previously disinfected). I managed to put my index finger in front of his little hand. She squeezed it hard ... and automatically calmed down! In my case, before 'pregnancy', I was a 'hard' person. Although he was almost always in a good mood, it was taken as quite cold and calculating in addition to being branded as 'lack of feelings'. At the time of touching it, I burst into weeping and could not control it. It was the first time in my life that something like this happened to me. From there on, I became like a kid: I cry when he makes some important breakthrough, when he smiles at me, when he speaks. Not even the mother does so much. Although I feel ashamed many times (not only because of my change in temperament, but because of what 'a man must do' is supposed to be), I don't regret it and keep doing it. My only advice to parents is: don't be afraid to show love for your children. I know that 'according to the book' behaviors indicate the opposite many times, but do not deprive yourself of the pleasure of giving and receiving the purest love that can be achieved. I assure you that you will not regret it. Well, there is nothing left to congratulate them again for the blog and the initiative. Needless to say, they can edit this as they see fit in case of possible publication. If you wish to meet us, you can visit us at www.nuestravictoria.com.ar, where I keep a blog with a record of my cousin's life step by step, as if she were telling it herself. 'Intercontinental' greetings to everyone! Gabriel
