I’ve made it no secret I was planning to be a dad. I was legitimately looking forward to it. Not prepared at all, mind you (or, at least, I don’t feel prepared), but looking forward to it all the same. Then, the big day came when we went off to the hospital to wait an unknown amount of time as they began the labor inducing. Here we are, just a few days later, and I have just handed Elizabeth Jane Cunningham off to her mother to be fed, and it’s finally catching up with me. I’m a dad now.
I am in love with this little girl. When I carried her from the delivery room to the nursery and set her down, she grabbed my finger. I was spellbound. There was a wall of people outside the nursery windows, snapping pictures of her (with me caught in the crossfire) and I was totally oblivious to them. I was focusing solely on this seven pound, six ounce child that was squirming and every so often peeking at me. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity as they measured her and checked her vitals, then left to go see my wife, who had just released this little armful of cute into the world. That was on Friday. Elizabeth is now three days old and crying a lot. Also pooping.
I can’t begin to describe the flood of emotions I felt then and am feeling now, though that is mostly because I am emotionally drained and just a little tired. I still don’t feel ready for what is about to happen to my life, and as I hold her and watch professional wrestling, trying to get her to be quiet (if only so I can see Shawn Michaels), I’m not as terrified as I was.