Tag: depression

  • Help, I am depressed!

    Help, I am depressed!

    This is tales of a Nursing Dad 8.

    I think most of us men don’t talk about what will pass through during our wives’ pregnancies.


    First of all, ladies, it’s not easy to impregnate you, guys. If e easy, go do am by yourself now 😀😀😀😀😀


    I could remember when my wife told me that she is pregnant with our boy Kyle-XY. From when she told me, my hearts and my mind was up.


    It’s like they put a mountain before me at that particular point in time.


    I couldn’t sleep very well again.


    I was always thinking, praying and hoping that God should deliver my wife safely.


    It came to a particular time, I was nearly into depression because, one, I couldn’t explain what’s happening to my wife and two, should she be in pain I don’t know what to do.


    Why? because this is a journey that can only be undertaken by one with the support of others.


    What I’m trying to say is that It is not only the women that carry the pregnancy, we men, also carried the pregnancy.


    We carry the pregnancy in our mind.


    We carried it in our thoughts.


    We carried pregnancy in our prayers.


    We carry pregnancy in our pockets.


    In fact the last time I slept 8 hours nonstop was a year ago; before my wife announced that she’s with our boy.


    I am by no means undermining the many sacrifices of our mothers but I am by means amplifying the sacrifices of we the fathers, too.


    Moreover the husband of a pregnant woman is between heaven and earth, thinking of how his wife will came back home safely with their bouncing baby in her hands.


    Furthermore, on the delivery day, you as the father of an expectant baby you’re busy running up and down just to make sure that your baby is healthy and alive and your wife is also hale.


    These also involve danger likes taking bikes all around, going up and down, spending money, insults from in-laws, snipe remarks from most Nigerian nurses. Are all these not fatherly sacrifice for pregnancy?


    Therefore I celebrate myself as the father of the most beautiful Boy in the world, Kyle-XY.


    I celebrate my father too.


    I celebrate all the expectant fathers who are doing their jobs excellently.


    I also celebrate all the mothers for the sacrifice of giving us those who will bear our names.


    May God bless everyone of us in Jesus name Amen

  • Tales of A Nursing Dad 3

    Tales of A Nursing Dad 3

    Topic 3 – I was depressed because everyone thinks I am a tree.

    After six and a half months, we lost our first baby prematurely.

    To be candid, I was happy that soonest I am going to be a father. I prayed earnestly for her arrival. Prepare like never before. Spend my emotions, and give up my bed space to make it comfortable for my pregnant wife. All in vain.

    I was pained but what pains me most is that most of those who came to sympathize with us left me and offer comforting words to only my wife.

    Their usual salvo when they wanted to start their tirade is, ‘Be a man,’ ‘You have to be there for your wife,’ bla bla blah as if I too don’t need comforting.

    As if I am a wood without emotions.

    As if it wasn’t my baby too.

    As if I didn’t contribute anything to the well-being of my kid.

    Most of them have no encouraging and comforting words for me – a miscarriage father and it makes me sadder.

    Some even insulted my parents but I have forgiven all of them because God has comforted me.

    Conclusively, dear all, if you can’t offer hope and comfort for both, leave them alone.

    P.S: any experience with miscarriage, care to share?

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