How often are young fathers unprepared for parenting? This happens all the time.
“We got married when we were already quite mature people, independent. I was 27, Sergei – 32. Both wanted the same thing: in sorrow and in joy, in illness and health, until death do us part. And also – a large family, so that there are at least two children, and preferably three, – says Alexandra. – How Seryozha was happy when I became pregnant! Yes, and I was in seventh heaven. After all, we have become one step closer to our common dream. So it seemed to me then. “
Throughout my pregnancy, I just fluttered on my wings. I did not pay attention to toxicosis, resignedly passed all examinations and analyzes. Indeed, very soon my beloved husband and I will be babysitting our first child. Yes, even at the first screening, the doctor confidently said that there would be a boy, and further ultrasound scans confirmed this.
We came up with a name, bought a bunch of children’s things, arranged a room for the baby – we did everything together. Seryozha generally carried me in his arms, he predicted all my pregnant jumps. There was never a day when he came home without a box of ice cream or a can of olives – I was just crazy about them, and he knew it, he always kept it in his head. All my friends’ ears were buzzing about what a caring husband I have. They were jealous: they said that after the birth I would have no trouble. Yes, and I thought so, to be honest.
Then Vadik was born. Seryozha took me home with my son like a crystal vase. Or a princess. Everything was like a fairy tale. And then everyday life began. I had to get up to my son often – otherwise. I had to bathe, change diapers, rock her, hold him in a column so that he would burp after feeding. At such moments, the husband tried to evaporate somewhere: either the call was important, then something urgently needed to be completed.
Gradually, all the worries about my son fell entirely on my shoulders. I didn’t mind: I’m a mother, these chores should not be a burden to me. Well, Seryozha does not want to bathe the baby – and okay, then he will still have to, the boy, after all. No time to change – it’s not scary, I’ll change, it’s easy for me. The real problem came out when I needed to go to the antenatal clinic.
I expressed the milk in advance, wrote instructions to Sergei, laid out the diapers and slip-ons so that I didn’t have to look, prepared wet wipes so that they could be laid out in a conspicuous place.
“How, won’t you take Vadik with you? – turning pale, asked her husband. “I’ve got here … I’ve got things to do.”
“Honey, I’m not for long. Well, as soon as I take him with me, there is no change to change clothes, no feed, and the baby is sleeping, why wake him up again. Better go for a walk, as soon as he wakes up, ”I persuaded my husband, not quite understanding what was going on.
“No, well, let me call you a taxi. Take a trip together, or suddenly I can’t cope, ”Sergei mumbled.
I listened and got more and more annoyed: time was running out, it was time to go out, and he also invites me to collect my son with him – this is fussing for another 20 minutes, especially since I just fed the baby, put him to bed, he sleeps, does not bother anyone.
“Sergei. What’s the matter? I asked bluntly. “Can’t you spend two hours with your own son?”
Sergei hesitated, hiding his eyes. In the end, he took a deep breath and blurted out: “He will crumple, and I will have to change his clothes.” “So what?” – I did not understand. It’s like there are children who don’t get their diapers dirty.
“I cant. It’s disgusting. I’m going to vomit, ”Sergei finally finished me off.
Dumbfounded, I looked at my husband as if he were an alien. No, I understand that the paternal instinct does not wake up immediately. But to make it disgusting to approach your own child is something out of the ordinary.
“You know? – I said in my hearts. – I’m leaving. And you somehow try to remember that you are a father, and not a glamorous fairy. ”
Needless to say, I flew to the doctor and back as if ghosts were chasing me? Fortunately, when I returned, Vadik had not even woken up yet. And now I don’t know what to do – leaving the child with his father is simply scary. And not to leave – why then such a father is needed? ..