Linda was on birth control and based on her doctor's recommendation stopped it for a while. We reverted to using the rythym method. Six months later - holy ****! Shortly after we ended up in the emergency room because she was in massive pain. The doctor came out after a while and said that she might have a tubular pregancy which would need to be aborted, but they wouldn't know for sure until the next morning.
I drove home alone that night with extreme mixed feelings. We were both only 22, **** poor, and not ready at all.
The next morning I get the call. We're going to have a baby. 7 months later I hear her crying in the kitchen, walk in, and she's standing in a puddle scared ****less.
Grab the pre-prepared suitacse and rush to the hospital. 12 hours later: "It's a girl!"
Surreal is not a strong enough word. Time for Linda to crash so I go with the nurse to measure and weigh the baby. I notice that her skull is really oblong and mention it to the nurse. She says it's normal and what happens so a baby can get through the birth canal.
I reply: Is it going to get back to normal? She answers: Have you ever seen an adult walking around with a head like that?
On the drive home (alone again) I had to pull over and get out of the car because the lightning bolt finally hit me. I'm a father!
What a long strange trip it's been. And I get to walk her down the aisle on Saturday.
