This is the true story of my journey of struggles and anticipation to becoming a father for the first time.
I squeezed my wife’s hand as she lay back on the examination table. The doctor spread the bluish goo on her belly and set the Doppler over it. I closed my eyes and listened.
Boom boom…boom boom…boom, boom. The sound I had been longing to hear for so long finally rang in my ears. The baby’s heart screamed at me. I’m here! I’m here!
“Everything is perfect,” declared the doctor.
“Are you sure?” I questioned.
“Yes. They’re both doing great.”
“Thank God.”
“Do you know what it is yet?” He asked.
“No. We don’t want to know.” We replied together.
“Well what do you think it is?”
“I know he wants a boy.”
“I just want a healthy baby, ” I chimed in, with my heart pounding.
A long difficult journey finally took a positive turn. But, deep down inside pangs of apprehension remained from painful memories that I will never forget.
I had been ready for fatherhood soon after we married six and a half years ago. My wife is twelve years younger than me, so I agreed to wait until she was ready. I made a vow to never pressure her. I needed to make sure she arrived at this decision without my influence. So, I never brought up the subject on my own. I am proud to say, I stayed true to my word right up until that day finally arrived over four years ago.
“I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m ready to be a mom now.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m positive.”
Thus began our journey to parenthood. It started with grand illusions of getting pregnant right away and starting a family within a year. We talked about things like finances, day care, names, godparents even babysitters.
In less than a year our plan began to take shape when Wendy became pregnant. Ten weeks into the pregnancy, just two days before I was to undergo major back surgery I heard those horrid words that no man ever wants to hear from his pregnant partner.
“Something’s not right!”
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“This can’t be good. I’ve been getting cramping on an off for a few hours and now it’s getting really bad.”
Now why do you have to go and make me cry? Nice, real nice 
I’m not reading any more of your articles if they’re tear jerkers…make me laugh like usual and I’m in, otherwise forget it.
Hi Wendy and MAC
Now why do you have to go and make me cry? Nice, real nice
I’m not reading any more of your articles if they’re tear jerkers…make me laugh like usual and I’m in, otherwise forget it.
say Hi to Wendy and MAC!
Wow, this is really beautiful. It made me cry!
What a wonderful example you and your wife are of love and determination. Beautiful.
I am speechless! Simply speechless! Kudos! @}-}–
Aw…how sad & happy at the same time. Matthew is a miracle child. My mom had a miscarriage after my 2 older sisters, and then again after she had me. Your wife and my mom are both very brave.
This was soo beautiful. God bless Matthew, you and your wife
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