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Why Didn't Anyone Tell Me I'd Have to Hold a Leg in the Delivery Room?

I went to the childbirth class. We spent a whole Saturday with other expectant couples, going over everything first-time parents needed to know. Well, I thought they told us everything. The instructor left out the most important part: I would hold a leg.

It was late on a Friday night. In the hospital room was Aimee, me, and a nurse. The nurse would often leave. I found this strange. In the movies, there would be several nurses, one or two docs, an awkward friend who shouldn't be there, and the dad. Where was all the action?

"Is this hospital short-staffed?" I asked myself. Maybe they don't have as many doctors and nurses on the weekend. Nah, that couldn't be it.

For the record: This hospital was and is fantastic. The doctors and nurses were and are amazing. It was me who didn't know the norms of labor and delivery.

When it was time for Dylan to make an appearance, I was all comfortable by Aimee's head, enthralled with the baby's heartbeat monitor.

I enjoyed my view. Life was good. Let's do this! Let's have a baby!

Then, in the most matter-of-fact way, the nurse instructed, "Brian, you need to grab a leg."

"I'm sorry. What did you say? Because for a second I thought you told me to grab a leg," I did not say out loud.

Maybe they were short-staffed! I knew it! I'll run into the hallway and get the professional leg holder.

There was none. It was me. It was time to go from dad-to-be to, just, Dad.

To this day, I think the childbirth class instructor was messing with us dads. I think it is a world-wide con. "Don't tell the dads how involved they will be in the delivery. The looks on their faces will be payback for the 9 months carrying the baby."

It's a conspiracy. It has to be.

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  1. I think it's so nice that dad's are allowed to be in the delivery room. Wasn't like that when my children were born. Back then dad's were left in the waiting room. Beautiful baby pix

  2. I love dads in the delivery room .. 'COURAGE DIVINELY REINFORCED' :)

    1. Congratulations! We've been missing you and now I know why!
      Poor Aimee is outnumbered...she will never see the toilet seat down! : )

  3. Congratulations! Yeah, my sister had my leg... LOL... My mom at my head and my bestfriend had the other leg... I'm with you... I thought there was something wrong with the hospital... LOL...
    Over 19 years ago and I still remember it clearly!!!

  4. Wow! What a beautiful baby Dylan was , I mean he is still a beautiful boy.anyway wow ii thought when the nurse said whole the leg, I thought you had to pull the poor boys leg 😂 you are to funny. You made me laugh you went out to find a leg lol lol.well congratulations for your bundle of joy.and congrats for graduating to fatherhood..nice story Thank you for all these nice stories Brian, I really enjoy reading them. Till next time.enjoy the rest of your day.

    1. They didn't show my name .it says unknown.well its me MZ .I just wrote you a comment.the one above this one .

  5. Ha! Now I can’t wait to tell you my birth story! (Lots of anecdotes!) You will love it! Hahahahaha


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