Purple, lifeless, strangled by the cord that provided life for 40 weeks. My daughter didn't make a sound. I stood there watching, trying not to look to frighten by the situation in order to keep her mother calm. The doctor and nurses noticed that I knew what was going on and was trying to keep cool. They quickly handed our newborn to a specialist who began CPR. The nurses were focused on keeping the mother calm. I watched as life was brought back into the lungs of our newborn, then a cry. The sweetest sound I could ever imagine, the sound of Life. Fatherhood, when does it being. Is it when you find out your partner is expecting or when you can finally hold your newborn in your hand for the first time? I don't know, but I do know is that every day I see my daughter and witness the expression of joy on her face when she sees me, reminds me of that moment in the delivery room. Standing, watching, hoping, praying that I could hear her cry for the first time.
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