The birth of a Prince

By

Aaron J. Adams-Suarez

Everyone talks about birth as being “the most amazing experience of his 

or her life.” But to talk about something in that way to someone who  

hasn’t experienced it, is like trying to describe color to a blind  

person. When my son was born, all five of my senses were heightened as 

much as they possibly could be. My wife had been screaming at me for  

over 24 hours. To see her lying on the bed, ready to push brought a  

great stillness to the room. Similar to “the calm before the storm.” 

When she finally started to push. Chaos seemed to flood the room. She 

had been pushing for an hour before he began to “crown.” His thick,  

curly, black hair was stuck to his head by the blood and birth fluids. 

With just a few more big pushes, he entered this world at 2:37 am.  

From the moment he came out, to getting cleaned up, weighed, measured, 

to swaddled and held by his new parents, his eyes never averted mine. 

To this day, he spends most of his waking hours staring at his papa.