Written by Luke
I’m going to be a Dad- Sex, Miscarriage and not breathing.
I used to sit in class with a mate of mine when I was around thirteen, chatting about how cool it will be when we both have kids and get married. (Probably quite a strange conversation for a lad of thirteen to have with is mate). Basically I knew I wanted to be a Dad from a young age.
It wasn’t long into my relationship with Fiona that we discussed if we would like children one day. Luckily for me, Fiona was also keen and was something she definitely wanted. It was something that was important to me, so I had to ask the question early on as I don’t think the relationship would be worth perusing, if this not be the case.
I knew in Fiona there was an amazing Mum, we were best friends and so we began to try for a baby. Obviously this was an enjoyable part. Both of us would read up on the best times of the month to be ‘going for it’, I became a master of ovulation dates etc.
January 2nd 2010 Fiona came up to me with a pregnancy test…there it was, my heart stopped I read the instructions several times to check it was all legit! The joy I felt was amazing, like nothing I had felt. February 14th (Valentine’s Day) we suffered a miscarriage. From the high of highs to the low of lows. That was one SHIT day!! Maybe I’m not going to be a Dad for a while. I had done my research about pregnancy but not miscarriage.
We took it all in, cried quite a bit and decided to try again in March, luckily we got pregnant again quite quickly. This was a mix of emotions. Excitement at first, taken over by worry. We wouldn’t be counting the weeks we would count the days. Appointments passed us by, all was well and the scans brought tears to my eyes. I remember it all very clearly. I did not enjoy this time as maybe I should have. Constant texts to Fiona whilst I as at work checking she was ok etc.
The months passed by, Shit just got real. Our baby wasn’t far off now. We went out bought all the baby essentials. Fiona having full control as I wasn’t as focused on products as I was more focused on the big day of birth! As I look back I can’t remember one thing that wasn’t pregnancy related in them nine months. Things around me stood still that was my only focus.
The labour story I shall save for another blog as it was both horrendous and beautiful but on the 14th November 2010 my life actually felt like it began and had purpose. Travis Kevin Woodhouse was born. I remember taking a big breath, a breath like I hadn’t taken in 9 months.
Thanks for taking the time to read this and let me know your stories of when you found out you were going to be a parent!!