Yesterday's scan revealed that the baby has turned head down, ready to travel down the birth canal. It got me into thinking if the baby is really ready to face this world.
Nine month's ago he/she(we don't know the sex yet) has traveled in the opposite direction along with millions of others inching their way to the womb.(Science Fact: A sperm travels about one third of an inch in an hour, a strenuous journey I bet) Out of the hundreds that have made it to the womb this one has successfully fertilized the egg passing the first test for survival. He/She started as a single cell organism and in nine months, developed limbs, brain, organs, senses and turned into a fully grown baby.(Science Fact: The weight of the original fertilized egg has increased six billion times! What a concept!). Its fascinatingly amazing to even think that nine months back i could not even see this one with my naked eye and now i will be holding him/her in my arms any day this month.
I have been flooded with questions all these nine months with people asking me how i felt. Honestly the only feeling i had is concern for the health of my wife and the little one growing inside. As the time approaches for me to meet the baby i am overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. I am worried, scared, happy, anxious, excited at the same time.
Lots of questions
Do I have what it takes to be a good father? i am not even sure what it takes to be a good father.
Will i raise him/her so that he/she can live with his/her head held up
Will i be successful in passing them the principles and values to live by, like they were passed on to me by my father.
Will i be able to teach him/her to be self dependent like my father taught me to be.
Will he/she be proud of me like i am proud of my father.
Will i be at least half a good father as my own father was.
I don't have answers, maybe the time will tell... It would have been great if my dad could be here to help me out through this stage. I would love, for him to be here to hold the baby like he held me when i was born.
The question i have now is Am I Ready? I don't know but i am sure i will be ready when i have to be ready
Nine month's ago he/she(we don't know the sex yet) has traveled in the opposite direction along with millions of others inching their way to the womb.(Science Fact: A sperm travels about one third of an inch in an hour, a strenuous journey I bet) Out of the hundreds that have made it to the womb this one has successfully fertilized the egg passing the first test for survival. He/She started as a single cell organism and in nine months, developed limbs, brain, organs, senses and turned into a fully grown baby.(Science Fact: The weight of the original fertilized egg has increased six billion times! What a concept!). Its fascinatingly amazing to even think that nine months back i could not even see this one with my naked eye and now i will be holding him/her in my arms any day this month.
I have been flooded with questions all these nine months with people asking me how i felt. Honestly the only feeling i had is concern for the health of my wife and the little one growing inside. As the time approaches for me to meet the baby i am overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. I am worried, scared, happy, anxious, excited at the same time.
Lots of questions
Do I have what it takes to be a good father? i am not even sure what it takes to be a good father.
Will i raise him/her so that he/she can live with his/her head held up
Will i be successful in passing them the principles and values to live by, like they were passed on to me by my father.
Will i be able to teach him/her to be self dependent like my father taught me to be.
Will he/she be proud of me like i am proud of my father.
Will i be at least half a good father as my own father was.
I don't have answers, maybe the time will tell... It would have been great if my dad could be here to help me out through this stage. I would love, for him to be here to hold the baby like he held me when i was born.
The question i have now is Am I Ready? I don't know but i am sure i will be ready when i have to be ready
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