The doctors sent my wife home the day before, after keeping her and our not-yet born child for 6.5 weeks in the hospital and i joke with the doctors that we wouldn’t like to be back the day after, but we got told that the baby now probably will be  weeks to late – but they haven’t been right.

It was five something in the morning when my wife said that she thinks that we have to go to the hospital again, as she feels regular contractions and she was right.

Stuff was still packed, we just repacked a bit, i quickly brew up a tea, showered in two minutes and called a taxi, while my wife also prepared as far as possible what she needed.

We arrived at the hospital just before seven and a nurse told us to wait. My wife was unrelaxed and we have been in an area of the hospital we didn’t see the last +6 weeks, so both of us felt a bit uneasy. A nurse came just after seven and told us that we will get a baby today. Wow. Even so the last weeks have been very stressful and we feared a lot, it was also very clear of us that we will get a baby, hearing somebody to say “You will get a baby today” turns somehow around your head. I mean really, like today? The nurse left and it has to sink a bit, we embraced etched other and waited.

Thousand thoughts popped up, do we have everything? Will everything work out fine? Will my wife be fine and the baby? How is the baby? Around 7:45 we got in a dedicated room, great hospital. My wife was weak though after 6.5 weeks laying in the hospitals bed before, but we got a wheelchair, so i could easily carry her into the room.

Everything was kindly explained to us, we got a very kind nurse, less me, more my wife actually – that’s good.

The pain came and went, the contractions became so heavy and painfully that my wife asked for an injection around 10:30 and that was the time when the special injection nurse – sorry, i don’t know exactly how to call her – told me to leave. My wife told me before that this can be a dangerous procedure but told now that all will be fine and she wants absolutely to have this done NOW. So there was nothing to debate, it wasn’t me being in pain and i fully support her – fullstop.

I should talk a longer walk i was get told, so i did. I went to a nearby bakery bought something for my wife mainly but also for me, bought newspapers from that day to keep and enjoyed shortly the nice weather of the late summer.

Shortly after 11 a.m. i was back and instead of painful cries, i heard laughing from that very room where my wife was laying in. Minutes early it felt like the end of earth to me, now it was like watching a comedy in a Friday noon movie theatre.

But the side effect was that the contractions went to nearly zero until around 15:00. We talked a lot, joked, read even twice newspapers, Helping my wife to visit the bathroom , it was like waiting on a plane for take-off. A strange scenery, while expecting the baby.

But shortly after 3 p.m. the pain kicked in again heavily and we stupid men can’t do anything. We are like puppets in a play, sometime even like obstacles laying around, but i was happy that i could be there with her.

At around 16:30 it got heavy, but no baby. The little child wanted out so badly for so long, not in the eight month it will happen, but in those very last hours something holds back? Strange, this whole world a wife lives is somehow still strange to me, astonishing, wonderful, live-giving, but i don’t get it, after all.

Then our great nurse tells us that she will have to leave soon, that her shift already ended at five, but she would love to stay until five thirty and hopes the the baby will make it until then. More pain kicks in, but not yet. The doctor gets called, he expects it any minute, but the nurse had to left at 17:50, she stayed as long as she could, now we got the worse. I see fear in my wife’s eyes, that was the nurse from some weeks ago, she was rude and my wife had the a bloody and very painful incident with her. But at least the good doctor was here, we appreciated that a lot.

The time went by fast now. Pain, cries, push, regain of power and then again the same procedure, it took nearly an hour still, ones the doctor told that stupid nurse to be more careful as my wife was a lot in pain and she used to much force – i was close to call for somebody else, but then it came, finally. The doctor had to use a not very nice looking instrument to help the baby out, but it cried – the baby, not my wife. My wife cried as well and i was also crying a bit out of joy, thankfulness and relieve.

The doctor gave me the scissors to cut umbilical cord from the baby and the mother and that was it. Weigh measuring and first checks, all good. Some stitches my wife still had to undergo from the doctor and then she finally could hold her baby in her arms.

She was beautiful, still is and she changed our life forever. She is the best experience we ever had and will have i assume. Thank You.