Its easy to be happy about getting something if you don't have to sacrifice for it.
A father doesn't carry a child for nine months. A father doesn't nurse or raise the child in the same way a mother does. If a woman says shes not ready, thats a sign of greater maturity and wisdom than someone being excited about being a father.
What about after the birth? True, the first nine months of the baby's life is inside the mothers womb. But about after that?
My life is a mess to say the least. My first child; Caylyn was borne healthy and beutiful baby girl. But there was an obviose change in my wife of 4 years after the birth. My wife seemed detatched from out new daughter and something just didn't seem right. There was no joy in her face when when she arrived. None of the usual affection that one normally sees when a mother and newborn baby are togeather. Something just seemed off. It was understandable in a way with the rapid change in hormones, not to mention the physical stresses her body had just gone through.
After a few weeks of the same behavior I really became concerned. The closest I can come to explaining how it was is...giving a toy to a child after the child had been begging for it after weeks; in my case years. And once the child got the toy it ends up in the closet.
I finnaly convinced her to at least talk to a shrink and the peditrition gave her a referal, but it didn't matter. Caylyn was 7 weeks old when she died. Just shy of her first Christmas. The memories and pictures are all I have left along with a hope chest with baby cloths she wore. All I have of her, and what pictures from what the doctor called sids. The doctors called it sidds and I tried to convince myself that was what hapened but I couldn't. After that we seperated for almost a year. It wasn't because I blamed her, I couldn't. I hated everything and everyone including myself for not doing something. In a way, I thought my wife lucky that she was so detached from Caylyn but she had to love have loved her too.
We went to a marrage conseler and eventually we moved back in togeather. After talking we decided to have another child. It was all going to be different... It wasn't. This time it was a little boy. This time things got worse. This time the doctors diagnosed her with Post Pardom Depression right off the bat. We tried to work through it until one day she started screaming at the baby because he wasn't breastfeeding. I was fine with using formula, we used formula for Caylyn after all. Breastfeeding wasn't the problem. I couldn't go through all that pain again or the worrying that I'd be working out of town and she'd just leave the baby alone. He wasn't a completly helpless, defenceless infant to her. He was more like a puppy... The only time she seemed to get excited was when she saw him in cute little outfits...like a doll. I couldn't do it anymore. I filed for devorce and custody of our 2-month-old son.
Fileing for custody was harder then I would have ever imagined. My mother-in-law who seemed to love our son more then his own mother. She, not my wife wanted custedy... And they put me through everything. Acusing me of drug use and since the shrink I saw after my daughers death diagnosed me with depression... Prooved I was clean (of drugs) and was mentally stable enough to raise a child. That I was gainfully employed and could support him. Weekly DSS visits to my home along with dozens of interviews.
That's an entirly differnent set of circomstances compared to my friend, I know. But I understand what it feels like to loose a child at a very young age. I can understand how that elation can turn into horror. Pain that no one should have to go through... Yes, he never got to hold his son/daughter in his arms. But all those thoughts, hopes and dreams he had in his heart are gone.
This has brought up alot of feelings in myself aswell as I write about my two children. It is painful.
It is the right of a woman to choose. I never wanted to debate that since it's a dead point. All I was asking is if you THOUGHT it was right that a father has no right in the descision.
Drizzt Do Urden, LeHah and McGruff. Thank you.