When we took her to the labour ward at Kenyatta National Hospital (KNH), she begged us not to leave her there. But I had to go home, and I went with a heavy heart for we weren’t sure about everything. So you can imagine how relieved I was when I woke up to her text message after having missed her calls –I probably slept through the calls because of the fatigue and anxiety. All I remember was being so excited and grateful.
I then prepared porridge at 3am and at the crack of dawn, left the house for KNH to see my new son and my wife. I was there by 6am. When I saw my son, I was so excited and I just stood there staring and observing him for the longest period. I remember gazing at his tiny little feet every now and then, as I thought of the great responsibility ahead of me. The baby lying in my arms was indeed flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood. It was a moment of thoughts, disbelief and reinvention.
Taking him home and seeing this little boy sleeping was an awesome experience. Everyone knew I had become a father, I called my friends, distant relatives just to let them know how proud I was about it.”
And that’s Robert’s story. Keep it Mummy Tales for more fatherhood experiences.
See also:
- “On June 2, 2009 we lost our unborn baby and my wife almost died from complications that followed…” -Boniface Mwangi.
- “They Urged me to Leave my Wife because of our Special Needs Child.” -Patrick Karubiu’s story.
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