Fairly late in the pregnancy, some unforeseen complications arose. My girlfriend noticed that what had been up until that point a fairly active baby had stopped kicking or pretty much making any movement at all. Concerned about this development, we decided to pay a visit to the doctor. It was determined that the placenta was beginning to separate from the wall of the uterus and the baby’s oxygen supply was being cut off. The doctor ordered total bed rest for the remainder of the pregnancy. That’s when it hit me. I was in love with someone I had never met. The rest of that day, I spent agonizing over just how out of my control this situation actually was. That evening, I decided to use the only tool I had at my disposal: magic. I laid my hand on his mother’s stomach and focused all the positive energy I could muster out to the tips of my fingers. I could actually feel my fingertips vibrating. Then something happened that first was ever so subtle, but slowly grew stronger and stronger until we both realized that our child was kicking again. You can call it coincidence, but I call it magic.
Finally, the day of reckoning arrived and after 24 hours of exhausting labor, the midwife nudged me and said, “better wake up dude or you’re going to miss this”. I assumed my position just behind the bucket and prepared myself for the worst. To my complete surprise, I then witnessed the most amazing miracle I had ever seen. After it was all over, the midwife handed me my son. We made eye contact and he reached up and tightly grasped my finger with his tiny little hand. It was at that moment that I realized that we had known each other all along.
What I came to understand from this experience is that no one will ever love you in the same way that your parents do and you will never love anyone in the same way that you love your children.
That’s just the way it is dude.