So, If you have been really paying attention, I have said before that I am the father of 2 but there is only one birth story. Well, when I had started working on the blog, I planned on going through things in chronological order and at a much higher rate of speed. Well, the best laid plans right? Well, here is the second birth story!
When I found out I was going to be a parent, I wasn't sure what my dad voice was going to be. Was I going to be a voice of reason, discipline, empathy, a combination? What really struck me was not that I needed to find my dad voice within my family, but that I needed it outside of my family. I think what was worse was the realization that I could lose it. Finding it again was even more of a challenge.
This is the story of the birth of my son and the events that followed. I understand that not everyone really cares or assumes that all birth stories are the same. Well, to some degree that is true. Birth stories are important to the individual family, but they really follow the same pattern: labor then birth then baby. Sometimes births don't go according to plan, sometimes there are complications, sometimes the baby isn't healthy. I guess that maybe those are the more interesting stories, but in a society where birth is less and less natural and more and more medicalized the interesting parts become less and less. Imagine, back in the 1920s having a C-section. That would be a big freaking deal! In 2018, not so much.
Anyways, the point is that I am going to tell our birth stories. Not because I think they are overly interesting, but rather because they are a key step in my Dad journey. I mean, without a birth story I wouldn't be a dad.
My decision to raise my children differently than I was raised was one I made at a very young age. It was a very simple and not well thought out plan - do the exact opposite of what my father did. Sounds simple right? Unfortunately, 15 year old me had absolutely no idea about parenting and what doing something different really meant.
I'm Matt a.k.a. The Attached Abba (Abba = Hebrew for Dad). This blog is detailing my journey in parenthood, and will hopefully provide a space for other dads to find support and insight.