Dad in labour
Becoming a dad takes a combination of patience and powerful hand muscles.
By Robin Adams
Marlon Abrahams invites a buddy to write a dad column: etv sports editor Robin Adams.
Article originally in Parent24
March 11, 2003 is a day that will forever be emblazoned on my parental calendar. It was the start of fatherhood for me.
At that stage I was still a bus driver with Golden Arrow in Cape Town. (Yes I know you’re thinking how does a bus driver become a sports presenter on eTV?)
I arrived home from work exhausted at around 6pm. I had worked a double-shift. All I wanted to do was kick back, relax and doze off right where I was sitting.
At around 9pm, my wife, Megan, complained of stomach pains. We knew the time for our first child’s arrival was near. Our hospital bag was already packed so we jumped into the bakkie and made our way there.
I was not allowed in the labour ward, because – with it being a public hospital – Meg shared the ward with a few other expecting Mums.
So I sat outside the door waiting.
I sat waiting. And waiting. And waiting. But my baby just would not arrive.
After 10 hours of waiting in a hard chair, my eyes refused to play this sick game any longer. I dashed off to my mother’s house, which was quite close by, for a quick bit of shut eye.
Aunty Rose (as my Mum is affectionately known) was under the strictest instructions to let me sleep for 20 minutes only. That she did.
She woke me up after that brief power nap and it was straight back to the hospital.
And... my baby arrived while I was gone. Bummer. And here I was, really excited about being at my wife’s side, holding her hand while she shouted all sort of profanities my way and cursed the day I got her into this situation. Or maybe it’s best I missed it?
Alyssa Xandria Adams weighed in at a massive 4,5 kgs and nurses at the hospital praised my wife for delivering a ‘giant’.
A son’s birth
My son, Kendall Cole’s arrival was also a peculiar one. He should have been born somewhere around the 25th of February 2008. But he held on to arrive 4 days later. His leap-year baby status got him onto eNews Prime Time that night.
‘The boy who only celebrates his birthday every 4 years,’ was how the story went. It took me 26 years to get my mug on the small screen. My son was a TV star right from day one.
Kendall was also born over the 4kg mark. And to this day my wife is known as the woman who churns out little giants. At least I was there that time and held her hand. Though it was more of an assault on my hand than anything else.
My daughter, Alyssa has since blossomed into a beautiful young woman and attends Craighall Primary, where she is doing quite well in her grade 1 class.
Kendall acts like the boss of his class at Academy for Kids in Craighall. He has a fascination with his crown jewels and sticks his hand there every chance he gets.
He is nothing like his Daddy. I swear.
Robin and Marlon will be appearing on eTV’s Great Expectations Show on November 3 where they’ll be interviewed on the transition from Dude to Dad.
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