Today is Father’s day. My first. It is also three months to the day that my daughter was born although, it actually feels like it has been both a blink of an eye and an eternity.
This is the day I may get breakfast in bed, a small gift and perhaps a card with a heart on it and a baby’s hand print as the signature. The day that dads get to share in a little of the limelight and get a little bit spoiled. Fatherhood for was something that would happen the way life does, naturally. It would happen when I was ready for it. Not in a financial sense or even emotionally but, from a sense of personal responsibility. A time when I was willing to let go of my insecurities, preferences, habits and any other baggage that had accumulated throughout my life and have the courage to do what it takes to carry the new mantle of ‘Dad’.
I have heard people say that becoming a parent helps you lose your selfishness and so far I couldn’t disagree more, in a sense. For me, it has crystallised and sped a vision of self-improvement that I have always held. The courage isn’t to surrender myself to the responsibilities of parenthood but take the responsibility to discover myself fully in order to be the best parent I can be. Luckily, I have a role model. Someone who demonstrated to me a lesson of such importance, I would like to share it on.
For years, I have joked that the expecting father should be in the waiting room with a cigar in hand waiting while the child is born. And, if I had actually followed through with this, I would have missed one of my life’s most brilliant moments. The pregnancy itself had its fair share of challenges and since birth, new challenges have taken their place. However, the defining moment was a point between the before and the after, a timeless gap that has been burned into my mind and body so deeply, I cannot see it ever leaving. I am sure I cannot provide the moment the gravity it deserves in writing nor express the depth at which it was felt but, perhaps I can offer a glimpse and just maybe, the reader can capture a little of the experience. Here we go.
The water broke near midnight, by three a.m. we arrived at the hospital and at around 8 a.m. we moved into the birthing room. It was here that things slowed considerably. The contractions were close together but everything else was moving forward at a crawl. The pain seemed high but bearable enough with aid from the gas, that each time the nurse made the near hourly offer for an epidural, it was knocked back. At around two p.m, the pain could no longer be reduced enough and the epidural was accepted. As expected, things slowed down again and large doses of oxytocin were introduced to move the labour along. Near six in the evening, things leapt into high gear and moved really fast, just as the last available epidural dose began losing its effect. At a little after 7, with the last of the painkillers gone from the system, the time came to start pushing. It was at this point that the pain looked to ramp up to a level that is unimaginable to anyone that has not experienced it, and then it happened – The defining moment.
Through a flurry of action and beeping machines, I truly saw my wife for the first time. Except, in this moment, this space, she was no longer my wife or the woman I had known. No longer a woman with preferences or insecurities. There was no nationality, no culture, no political affiliation. There were no regrets from the past or desires for the future. No fear in her eyes at a pain I cannot begin to imagine, no worry about her appearance or concern of who saw the sweat, blood and tears pour from her small, breaking body. In those minutes she was raw, stripped of any superficial layer that could be used to define her, to box her in, to limit her in any way. It was now only her; pure, beautiful and extraordinary doing only what was absolutely necessary, completely in the present, fully in the now.
This is what has been burned into me, a vision or understanding of what lies beneath my wife. An individual strength so great it can tear through the universe and literally create life. I held her in those moments, witnessed her in her most authentic form where the seemingly impossible was proven not to be. Where she was both nothing and everything simultaneously, yet completely unaware of my presence even though I was mere centimetres from her face, whispering into her ear. Every piece of her had concentrated into one whole, to perform one task and anything that lay outside of what was required, was irrelevant. Thought and action united completely to do what it must. This was being in the zone at its greatest depth- perfect flow.
I can only relay what I witnessed like a battlefield reporter. I have talked to my wife and asked her questions yet she has few answers as she doesn’t remember her thoughts or actions, the faces that surrounded her, what was said or done when complications took place, the words of the midwife or the look on the face of the trainee nurse participating in only her fourth birth as a doctor performed the suction to free our daughter. She definitely doesn’t remember what I whispered in her ear or how many times I told her I love her. She was so deep in the moment and consuming so much energy, her mind had nothing left with which to create solid memories. But in those few minutes she was transparent, a flawless diamond.
The moment to me was purity, clarity and strength combining to act in its highest form and I am forever grateful to have been a witness. I am not sure if this is the experience of all women in childbirth or what all fathers see and feel in those moments but I feel I glimpsed truth. What I witnessed was life in the way it should be experienced. Wholly. Completely. Hanna gave me this insight and proved something to me I think I have always known; there is a power within that the mind can not imagine and words cannot describe.
At four minutes past eight, 4 hours before the day would turn to our first wedding anniversary, my daughter Ava was born, and I became a father. And, after all that she had just been through, within seconds, my wife turned to me and asked, “Is she okay?” It is then that the next truth arrived – my wife will carry the impossible to protect her child. It is my hope, that reading about what I saw, Hanna will realise that her power inside is always present and doesn’t require a moment of intense pain or stress to use. I hope she can use it to do all she can and help our daughter discover that the same lies within her too.
For me, the path in front will forever be one of self-discovery and a quest to be at my highest form. There will be many failures, bad choices and old habits and fears will continue to surface. I will hurt people, help people, offend and encourage but, I owe it to myself, the woman who stands with me, the future of my daughter and all children as well as for the world at large to discover and use my gifts and be the best I can be. Perhaps only after walking this road, whether in joy or crushing defeat, I would have earned the right do be a role model also, the right to be called –
Dad.
Now, it is hopefully time for breakfast in bed.