“My wife was a little older than me when got married. As we were trying, we were told she couldn’t conceive. Then, one day, she was pregnant. Just like that, we had a son.
I always knew I wanted to be a father, and finding out my boy was coming was exciting. I grew up with no father, no father figure. I never felt sorry for myself because of it; I never gave it much thought. I wasn’t prepared for how overwhelmed and scared I would feel on the night my son was born. I guess I hadn’t realized until then just how unprepared I was to be a father.
Holding him as a newborn, I was nervous and worried, especially when he would cry; watching him sleep, I was comforted in knowing he was okay. He was in no distress.