On Daddy’s Stares
My first encounter with labor was a brief one– about 7 1/2 hours from start to finish. For the last 4 1/2 of those hours, my eyes were almost exclusively shut. Once Sagan was born, however, I opened my eyes and made up for lost time.
It was then I was able to take in a view that trumps the best overlooks of the Appalachians– Ryan staring at his newborn son. There was a telling intensity to Ryan’s brown eyes. Of all the women on this good earth (billions of them!), it is I who is lucky enough to have seen that look before and to know what it means.
“You are so in love with him,” I said.
After a while, Sagan and Ryan went up to the newborn nursery for some tests and observations. As soon as they left the room, our Labor and Delivery Nurse, Heidi, started to commend Ryan for being such a great childbirth coach. Heidi shared some horror stories of indifferent fathers or fathers who couldn’t deal with their partner’s pain and contrasted them with Ryan’s involvement. To drill her point home, Heidi shared a piece of information I wasn’t privy to with my closed eyes.
“The way he was looking at that baby,” she said, “That is how he was looking at you… the entire time!”
Of all the women on this good earth…