Advice needed from Dads!

Congratulations bud.

Has anybody mentioned staying at the head end yet?

Both mine were emergency caesarean and I was allowed into both. Make sure you get lots of sleep and if she has a long labour, get some sleep then as well.

In the hospital will be pretty much doing as you are told. The fun begins when you take them both home and you are sat there wondering what the hell to do with this little person.

Good times ahead for you both, good luck.
 
In the same boat as you OP. Due in 9 weeks. A son. It's such a strange feeling to be so excited about something, yet still feel scared shit-less and like you have no clue what it's going to be like. But it's fun so far!
 
The first 18 years are the worst.

It then marginally improves before going all wrong again.
 
one more thing, you will find her nipples have multiple holes and a squirt in the eye from any direction is not uncommon. If she breastfeeds and gets your kid in the eye DO NOT LAUGH...in fact, don't laugh at anything for at least 5 years.




Congrats to you too unlikelyfan.

p.s. Don't mention the poo, all the books tell you not to mention the poo.
 
I don't post much, but I couldn't help myself.

I'm 25 and my son was born in May. I had never held a baby let alone looked after one.

I was at the birth, not at the head end, and it was amazing seeing his little head emerge. There was no poo, but lots of blood (more on that in a moment).

So she popped him out after being induced. All good, I'm there messing about with the scissors to cut the cord. Should I cut it here? Or here? What about here?

Then the midwife shouted at me, and I quote "cut the fucking cord your son isn't breathing"

So naturally I dropped the scissors on the floor. They had to go and get some more, sterilised scissors. I cut the cord and half the hospital's workforce emerged to get my little lad breathing.

Ok, at this point the boy is out. The mother in law has shut up for a minute, and the scene is calm. Everyone has fucked off, and I can hear drip, drip, drip.

Forget about the dripping for a moment, a nurse comes in and tells us my little lad is going to special care because he' wasn't breathing when he came out. Cue hysterics from the partner and mother in law. After a brief struggle they allowed the nurse to take him.

Back to the dripping noise. It's strange, because it's not raining. A few more minutes of dripping go by and I think fuck this, so I'm looking out the window, outside the door. Then I'm down on all fours and realise there's a huge puddle of blood underneath the bed my partner was laying in.

So as not to alarm her, I went and got the nurse and explained that there was some blood on the floor. Then in a matter of seconds half the hospital's staff appeared in the room again. This time to tend to my partner who had hemorraged very badly.

It took about three hours and theatre to stabilise my partner, sew her up, and replace lost blood with 10-20 people working on/around her throughout. Halfway through her mum runs off in hysterics. Then the special care nurse is back asking if it's ok for him to be fed through a syringe because he's hungry and waking the other babies up. I said ok. My partner specifically said he could only be breastfed, but because she was out of it her breasts were inaccessible.

She's in and out of consciousness after being operated on, but I'm shit scared she's going to die and amazed at her bravery. I want to somehow put that into words, so instead of telling her how proud I am, I tell her I'm going straight down to the Apple Store in the morning to buy her an iPhone 6.

Anyway, she has a good sleep and is under constant observation until the morning. I visit my son and stay with him on special care for several hours. The next morning she wakes up looking and feeling worse than death, and the nurse wheels our son back from special care. Then the woman nurse tells her she fed him with a syringe "because Dad said so". Cue pure abuse from the gf and the mother in law.

Couple of days later she's discharged and we get the keys to our new house. New house is in worse repair than we thought, had to rip it out and start again.

Loads of arguments have ensued and we've since split up. I think she is suffering from serious post natal depression but the mother in law, the oracle of all things medical (who works as a classroom assistant for a living) decided her behaviour is absolutely fine and doesn't warrant an appointment to see the doctor.

Now I live in the three bedroom (supposed) family home on my own. The decorator was telling me today I should arrange a gangbang for the weekend to keep myself amused. I think I just might.

Love my little boy to bits and he's just grown into his City baby grow, so I guess it's all worth it really. Oh and I didn't buy her the iPhone 6.

Tl;dr kids are great, I'm sure you'll be fine.

P.S I feel great after getting this off my chest.
 
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Sorry to hear that things aren't good for uou right now. Can you find out who your girlfriends health visitor is and have a chat with him / her. It's their job to look after the family not just the baby.

Now, I'm not a dad but can I give a female perspective. There's already some great advice on here. Familiarising yourself with the hospital bag so you know where bits are when you need them is a great idea.

The best advice that I can give is that while you are in the delivery suit, you should do exactly what you are told to do the second you are told to do it. Not just with your girlfriend but for the staff too.

Also, even though you are encouraged to make a birth plan, understand that this is only a wish list and that the birth may not go exactly as you want it to. The most important thing is to get the baby out safely and to make sure that both mum and baby are healthy.

Good luck OP, the most exciting, frustrating, rewarding, tiring, expensive episode of your life is about to start :-)

Oh crap, I nearly forgot. Make sure there are City baby grows in the bag. Start as you mean to go on.
 
Congratulations mate.
I know nothing about kids at all so no advice here, just wanted to say well done.
And since Im old fashioned, why not call him Robert and give him a proper name, but call him Bobby informally? (Im sure it will avoid unnecessary confusion with chav type first names)
 
I would recommend keeping her legs crossed until September. He will then be the oldest in the school and not the youngest, as he will be if born on 31 August. Of course this only matters if you hope the lad has any sporting prowess as statistically most successful UK sportsmen are born between September and December.
Seriously though, enjoy all of it. The birth, the boy and your missus. Be prepared to experience something completely new that day. It's an unconditional love for this hideous looking thing that is overwhelming, but not in a bad way. Good luck and hope everything turns out well.
 
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