A Terrible Person?

So I am a terrible person, at least I am if you hear my wife tell it. I disagree with this judgment one hundred percent, but then, I may be a little bias.

I heard a neat story yesterday, one I hadn't thought about for many years. I had my family over for a little birthday celebration for my two older kids, Ky was 10 on the 6th, and C was 7 on the 9th. We had a great meal, nice conversation, and as we were cleaning up, my daughter sat down with my mom. My mom is a very special woman, she always seems to say the right things at the right times. She is also very emotional, she will often cry when talking about stories like this one, and last night was no exception. My mom starts in telling Ky about ten years ago, and the night she was born. I remember this like it was yesterday. My ex and I walked all around the hospital trying to get her labor to progress. It would, then fade, then peak again. We were in our hospital room, my ex was lying in bed watching TV. It sounded like someone stuck a water balloon with a pin, her water broke, and finally, we were going to have this baby.

Obviously this is one of the best days in my life, becoming a parent has been an incredible blessing. Labor is hard work for a woman (duh) I can only say this as an observer, but it must be incredibly draining. It takes several hours to have the baby, another hour for the doctor to get you put back together, and then you are going to try and sleep in the hospital? It is tough enough with all of the medical staff doing what they do, but then, you have people stopping by to see the new baby too. We had some people stop by, but it became evident that the new mom needed to sleep. Some people just send their baby to the nursery, not me, she was my baby, and she was going to stay with me. So I was torn between letting mom sleep, and holding my baby. I tend to do things my way most of the time, so that's what I did. I simply took the rocking chair out of the room, and set it in front of the door. I sat down, held and rocked my baby while her mom slept. I let the nurses in to check vitals, but other than that, nobody went in that room. If Ky woke up and fussed, I walked her down the hall until she quieted down. My ex got to sleep almost uninterrupted for like 4 or 5 hours, this is not a full night, but being in the hospital, I think it is pretty good.

As I type this I wonder, does this sound like a terrible person to you? Nobody is perfect, I am certainly a long way from it, but I would stack my good deeds against my bad ones any day.

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