Advice needed from Dads!

bariomalotelli said:
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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So sorry Bario. Sounds like she was through the wars and is not quite over it. Maybe it'll work out with a bit if time.
 
Congratulations - as many have said, best day of your life. You have gotta behave to start with, because your better half will be all over the place physically and mentally for a while. Sleep, or lack of it, is the hardest. Tell the midwife / health visitor to f*ck off with the demand feeding sh*t - get it on regular six ten two feeds so you can both get a couple of three hour stints in the night. We did that with both of mine and they came out alright. Oh and stock up on f*cking nappies, you will NOT believe the rate the little sod will march through them - you can't be squeamish about sloppy turds either especially when they've worked it all up their back in the night. But for all of that the rewards are too amazing - you will never love anybody like you will love your child. And get him on the North Stand waiting list - it might be extended by the time he's ready for his first game!
 
My little girl was born just over two years ago. A tiny 5lb11 baby who was a terrible sleeper for 12 months, no idea how I survived... or the missus, felt like at times that I was a criminal for daring to go to work for 10 hours lol. I wont lie, its an incredible stress if you have a bad sleeper like we did. Lots arguments.

But the postives far outweigh the negatives. The little one interacts ever so well and has grown into a beautiful little toddler who goes off to bed within 5 minutes of settling her down for the night and hardly ever wakes up during the night and when I have to wake myself up at just past 6am to go to work she sometimes hears me head for a shower and gives me a beautiful little smile, and when I get in from work she cries out 'Daddy home'... Shes the best achievement I'll have ever made. Enjoy it mate, it'll be rough the first 6 months but once the personality starts coming through, the first steps, first words, the learning vocabulary, instance of having Peppa Pig on the tv - makes you realise thats what life is all about and you'll look at life completely different. I used to live for the weekends so I could go out on the lash and go to city home and away... completely changed now and I wouldnt change it for the world!
 
Manchester la la la la said:
My little girl was born just over two years ago. A tiny 5lb11 baby who was a terrible sleeper for 12 months, no idea how I survived... or the missus, felt like at times that I was a criminal for daring to go to work for 10 hours lol. I wont lie, its an incredible stress if you have a bad sleeper like we did. Lots arguments.

But the postives far outweigh the negatives. The little one interacts ever so well and has grown into a beautiful little toddler who goes off to bed within 5 minutes of settling her down for the night and hardly ever wakes up during the night and when I have to wake myself up at just past 6am to go to work she sometimes hears me head for a shower and gives me a beautiful little smile, and when I get in from work she cries out 'Daddy home'... Shes the best achievement I'll have ever made. Enjoy it mate, it'll be rough the first 6 months but once the personality starts coming through, the first steps, first words, the learning vocabulary, instance of having Peppa Pig on the tv - makes you realise thats what life is all about and you'll look at life completely different. I used to live for the weekends so I could go out on the lash and go to city home and away... completely changed now and I wouldnt change it for the world!
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Nice post that. And Im a horrible heartless singleton bastard, but that was nice to read
 
Gas and air..
Make sure you have plenty of gas and air.
Your Mrs may occasionally ask for some.
Just ignore her, she'll cope.
And buy some wicket keepers gloves.
Sometimes they pop out at an alarming rate.
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Be there for your Mrs. She'll be all over the place.
You are her rock when the contractions start.
No cheesy jokes from you.
Hold her hand and tell her you love her.
Mop her brow and make her comfy.
When baby comes the wave of emotion will wash over you.
Tears of joy mate. I cried when my kids was born. It just hits you.
Hope all goes well.
 
Cook up some food and freeze, can't believe how much time first born consumes.
Don't wear anything new to the birth my wife on air did not recognise me at first as I had new t shirt on,thought I was a stranger.
Great experience enjoy
 
manimanc said:
Gas and air..
Make sure you have plenty of gas and air.
Your Mrs may occasionally ask for some.
Just ignore her, she'll cope.
And buy some wicket keepers gloves.
Sometimes they pop out at an alarming rate.
.............
Be there for your Mrs. She'll be all over the place.
You are her rock when the contractions start.
No cheesy jokes from you.
Hold her hand and tell her you love her.
Mop her brow and make her comfy.
When baby comes the wave of emotion will wash over you.
Tears of joy mate. I cried when my kids was born. It just hits you.
Hope all goes well.
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and tell her not to worry, your ok doing her up the arse till that torn to shreds monstrosity heals
 
Congratulations, mate. Hope you're looking forward to the life changing event that you're about to experience.
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Who cares as long as it's healthy, eh.
 
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