no way. Although, if I had asked him he probably would have said yes. He got to see my youngest brother born and had commented that it was the coolest thing he had ever seen.
My plan was to not even tell anyone I was in the hospital until after Sam was born. As it turned out I had to be induced, so my sisters and grandmother camped out at my mom's house (2 miles from the hospital). Weren't they annoyed when the induction failed and I got sent home. I really didnt want anyone hanging out with me while I was in labor....but at one point DH wanted to get out of the hospital and called my sister to come sit with me for an hour.
When I went in a few days later to try again, they all started to camp out at my mom's again. 36 hours later I finally had to have a c-section. When DH was handed the scrubs to go in the OR,
he handed them back to the nurse and told her she would be scraping him off the floor if he went in there. So I did it alone. When I woke up in recovery I heard my mother's voice. DH had called her when they wheeled me off to the OR, so she hung out with him until Sam was born. Kinda bugged me that she spent time with my child before I did. But Im over it
Back to my dad....he was my first visitor the next morning, and was in tears when we told him the baby's name was Sam (thats my dad's name).
It was that morning when I realized it was a good thing I didnt have him at the hospital any earlier. The nurse had to come in and remove my cathedar, so Dad, DH and Sam went out in the hall. The nurse was trying to get me out of bed to walk to the bathroom. My dad, always the wise guy, was saying from the hall "oh, come on, women in rice fields drop their kids and keep picking the rice.'
I had to remind him I didnt see him running laps after his most recent surgery. It was actually funnier in person than it sounds typed out here. But I could not have dealt with his humor while I was in labor.
