The Arrival

I’ll be honest… I’m not the bravest of souls. And, people know who me closely can probably vouch, I experience a troubled reaction on viewing free-flowing blood in any shape or form. So, when my wife mentioned that she wanted me to be present in the delivery room for the birth of our first child, I was surprised that I said a resounding yes.

The Arrival

If my memory serves right, we probably had this discussion around the 6-week period, i.e. when we first discovered that we were expecting. I was ecstatic at that point, and would have probably agreed to buy her a diamond encrusted platinum ring (For the record, the aforementioned ring – ridiculously expensive).

As the weeks turned into months, I slowly started pondering over this alleged “promise”. Did I really have to go through with it? How was it going to be? Would it be as straightforward as it said it was in the pregnancy blogs? Many more such unsettling questions kept buzzing in my mind. To put and end to it, I decided to discuss it at length with a few first-time dads in my office. Strangely enough, I received a wide range of replies. Some responded with a straightforward “Yeah, it’s cool. No big deal”, whilst others described it as “the most distressing experience ever”. Finally, I decided to man up and do what all 21st century dads and dad-to-be would do – “Google it” (I also did “Bing IT”, “Yahoo IT” and “Ask IT”).

Isn’t technology a wonderful thing? No, I’m not going off-topic here – the phrase is merely a precursor to what I discovered on the “beautiful” world of virtual reality. After going through numerous disturbing illustrations and vivid stage-by-stage descriptions, I stumbled across a site which promised to alleviate all the “labour-room” worries of first-time parents-to-be, courtesy of a 7-minute video. Looking at some of the promising comments that accompanied the video, I decided to give it a go. Since, I cannot bring myself to reiterate the “goriness” of the video, I’ll just sum it up by saying that the video footage would have put a zombie movie to shame.

Armed with all the information I could possibly gather, and the scenes of agony fresh in my mind, I walked to the living room, all set to tell my wife that I couldn’t go through with it. I glanced at the sofa, where my wife had dozed off with her back propped up against a maternity pillow. As I watched her deep rhythmic breathing, I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. Here was a person, who in her pre-pregnancy stages, had always stood by me during tough times, and motivated me to get ahead in life. Here was someone, who at the peak of her career, took the conscious decision to “cook our bun in her oven“, knowing well all the promotions and social commitments that she would have to forgo. The least I could do was to stand by her for her toughest physical and emotional stress yet. And just like that, in the blink of an eye, I grew up.

Fast-forward to a few weeks later; we’re both in a room full of strangers – my wife’s legs supported up in a pair of stirrups, her fists clenching my arms, her nails piercing my flesh. An eerie chant-like phrase echoes the room – “Deep breaths… and…push, deep breath… and… push”; through clenched teeth, I too join the chat:“Push …deep breaths… push”.”Shut up!!” screams my wife. I quietly squeeze her shoulders in assurance and will her to keep going.

Three long hours and a gallon of bodily fluids later, there he was, complete with ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes, the heir to my throne. The midwife lightly pinched his bottom and he let out a wail prompting a round of applause around the room. As they wheeled away my wife to the operating room to stitch her up, the doctor on call beckoned me. I cautiously steered my way across the room to her. With a casual nod of the head, she handed me a bundle. I glanced at the wrapped up mass, not quite sure what to expect. Staring back up at me through two tiny partially closed eyelids was a pale pink face. As I looked at his fluttering eyelids, trying to adjust to the bright overhead lights, I suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion. Eyes brimming with tears, I slowly took out my phone and dialed a number. When the call was eventually answered after a series of rings, I took a deep breath, wiped away my tears and said ” He’s here … and…… he’s beautiful!”

Sidharth Balachandran is a 30 something proud newbie dad who recently relocated back to India, after 7 years in London. He is a self-confessed techie, will-read-most-things-er, photograph-anything-er, love-to-travel-er and wannabe masterchef-er. He is the “carefree, relaxed and spontaneous” ying, to his wife’s “meticulous, practical and perfectionist” yangcharacter. Though academically an engineer and a product manager by profession, he strongly believes that eventually at some point his “creative” side will lead him to his true calling. He loves connecting with new people and you can catch him at

  • Sunita Rajwade

    Congratulations! I am sure that must have been by far the most satisfying moment of your life. I wish your little family every happiness.

    • Sid Balachandran

      Thank you Sunita. Quite happy that I decided to be there :). In retrospect, wouldn’t have missed it for the world !

  • V ki Amma

    Congratulations Sid!! My husband missed the birth of our son. And though I had a c-section and my doctor wouldn’t have allowed him inside, the one person I wanted that day was the father of the child! Sigh!! I know this moment is so so special and yes, you did marvelous! Lots of love to the young one. To the new parents, well the rollercoaster has just begun!

    • Sid Balachandran

      Thanks 🙂 Though its been about 18 months into the roller coaster already and it’s showing no signs of slowing down !

  • Aanz Mathew

    Congrats Sid!! I have come to really enjoy your blogs and articles. Each article is eventful, funny and a full on entertainment. Being a lousy believer in the bliss of parenthood, your articles make me think otherwise…!! Someday the lil champ will be able to go through all that you wrote in his dedication and he will be overwhelmed for sure for the kind of love that brought him to this world (Tears of JOY!!! ). Wish you good luck in this new adventure and may your angel grow up to be a maestro in LITERATURE like you!! Cheers mate!! 😀 😉

    • Sid Balachandran

      Thanks Aanz 🙂 Appreciate the comments !

  • Edna Advincula

    congrats…it is indeed an amazing journey…more challenges to come as you go on child rearing but you know exactly what to do…Google it 🙂

    • Sid Balachandran

      Thanks Edna. Google it is definitely the way forward

  • Reema Sahay

    Well said. Congratulations 🙂 I was also very clear that I wanted the dad to be there. And I was confident he would be all cool and composed amid all the goriness! He was, and guess what he had to say when I asked him how I did in the labour? After much coaxing he said “You were not pushing enough!”

    • Sid Balachandran

      Thanks Reema. Well, he’s a lot braver than I thought I would be ! To be quite frank, I would have answered that question exactly the same way, if the missus did ask me about it. Fortunately for me, she was way too tired 🙂

      • Reema Sahay

        No, no, I asked much later. Not at that time. I asked recently [my son is 2] because as against what others say, though it was a life changing experience, I really don’t remember the nitty-gritties.

        • Sid Balachandran

          Haha. I sure hope my wife’s not reading this now. She might get some ideas…you’ve got to hand it to him though.. Honest 🙂

  • स्वाति जैन

    oh my god…my old memories refreshed…. though i cud not take my husband in coz of hospital policy…i know what he wud have felt that time….
    Happy Parenting….good luck to the new super DAD…:)

  • sirisha achanta

    Lol my husband endured a 22 hour labor with me in the labor room and sometimes even I admit that his was a tougher job than mine. It takes a lot to see your wife in pain and the anxiety of whether the baby will come out all good and the fact that you really can’t do much to help- Respect!