Fancy becoming a father?
From the time your partners waters break, you could be forgiven for thinking that no-one takes the fathers role seriously. While you stand transfixed by the bed, the uniformed staff flit and dart around your partner, like frenzied seagulls swooping onto a discarded fish supper. Theres your screaming partner, the seen it all before midwife, the student nurses and dithering interns your presence seems irrelevant, your role undetermined.
The delivery suite of an NHS maternity ward provides an initiation into fatherhood that you are unlikely to forget. Be prepared for some unprecedented behaviour by your partner. She will swear like you have never heard her swear before, and then she will affront your masculinity by falling in love with the anaesthetist. Forgive her this brief affair. It is drug induced and lasts only a couple of hours. Anaesthetists possess a means of seduction more potent than any aphrodisiac or native oyster. It is called an epidural.
When my wife was given the injection, her anguish gave way to a look of such benign calm and peace, that I started sniffing the air like a drug squad detective. As the anaesthetist packed up his instruments and potions, my wife touched his sleeve and purred: You are an absolute saint. Thank you.
Im over here, darling, I said. She turned her head, gave me a frosty look and retorted This is all your fault.
She has a point. Throughout the ages, fathers have been there at conception, bang on time, but until my fathers generation, we were discouraged from adding to the clutter in the delivery suite. Fathers were left to pace anxiously outside, hour after smoke-filled hour. Times change. Now, it is considered unusual for fathers not to be present at the birth, and smoking is taboo.
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