The Dawn of Fatherhood



The dawn of fatherhood

Imagine a young man not ready or equipped to deal with any of the emotional trauma that was about to wing its way into his life. Sitting there as the doctor smiled happily at his wife, “You’re 6 centimetres dilated Mrs Baxter. He’s on his way.”

Imagine my terror as the colour gushed out of my face and the panic set in of what was about to become my life. Dad. My Dad wasn’t there. And when he was, he was an abuser, a user and a manipulator. My Dad made my life hell. How in Gods name am I going to be any kind of father whatsoever? Yet there was my wife, sitting there, facing her own emotional trauma as the doctor beamed away knowing that a child was about to be born. She must really love her job I thought.

The run up to the big day was brilliant. I was able to rooster call from the roof tops that I was about to be a dad. I told my family, my friends, anyone I met. That was me that did that to my wife. Aren’t I great! But this was D-Day. He was coming and he’d wait for no one. My Son, my beautiful boy was about to be born.

The financial, emotional and physical responsibility that dawned upon me that day was quite overwhelming. It’s one thing having a child, but to be there for a child is completely another thing. I was going to take on this responsibility. I was wasn’t I? The commitment, emotion, the numbness. It was overwhelming. Powerful.

Alex was a difficult Birth; after longer than 18 hours of labour, a spell in the operating theatre and a blanket ban on any emotion whatsoever I held my son in my arms. He looked up at me and screwed his face. I was emotionally numb, couldn’t feel a thing. The stress, the emotion, it was overwhelming. But at last, our little pride and joy was in my arms, and just… just fell asleep. How cute.

A man needs to bond with their child. No matter what anyone tells you they need to spend a certain amount of time with their child before bonding can begin. The nurses knew this; they had me changing his nappies and cleaning his bottles and all sorts. I hated picking him up because I’m a big brute of a bloke and he was such an eensy tiny little person. The slightest movement and I’d smash him into a thousand pieces. It was scary. For a while. Until I learned that he wasn’t so fragile after all.

Bonding was quite quick with Alex; it was barely any time at all before I found him the absolute cutest little boy in the entire world. He was mine. My sweet, little boy.

The first night was the hardest for us. Having that extra little body in the room, hearing his little breaths and his little coughs. We were petrified, we kept checking on him. It was scary. Until of course we heard his food cry; which rattled the doors and windows and woke the neighbours up. Sheesh! Sleepless nights ahead.

Alex is nearly six now and it’s been a long ride. I’ve always wanted to write about fatherhood so this will be in a new fatherhood section of my blog. You can thank Pinterest for this and all the lovely Dad writers that’s had me a bit thinking about the earlier days and days yet to come.

Alex and Mummy
Alex and Mummy


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Raymond is a Mental Health activist and cryptocurrency enthusiast. He fuels his activism by taking to the web and trying to create core change in the way people interact. As an ex-Community​ Manager, Raymond has a unique approach to communication and relationships and believes the way forward in life is improving the interactions between one another. Raymond started his blogging activities as a way to heal from a chequered past, and through this, his blog has become something far more empowering than he ever imagined. And thus, The Relationship Blogger Magazine was born.


  1. Aw. Gorgeous post. My Dad had an abusive father too, and he…my AMAZING Dad was as far removed from his own fathers nature as you are from yours. Your son’s a lucky little-man 🙂

  2. Aw that’s lovely. I think in worrying about getting it right and not being like your father, you already show that you’re not. You’re clearly a loving, devoted father. The newborn sleep thing is awful, isn’t it – the first few days they actually sleep a lot, but you’re constantly awake worrying about every sound they make. Then when you finally decide that you should just sleep, the baby decides, um, no!

    1. Aw, thanks – that’s a really nice thing to say! And you’re SO right about sleep. When we first had Alex – it was so mentally strange to be responsible for EVERYTHING this new addition to our family does. I remember the first night of having him home, all he did was slept, but it was so strange having him there, making little squeaky noises, the wife and I petrified

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