I recently became a father for the third time. My second daughter was born with my wife. They called Katyusha. Our oldest children, Maxim and Sveta, are schoolchildren. We have already forgotten all the joy of fussing with the baby, all the emotions, anxieties and incomparable happiness when you are holding a small miracle in your hands - a piece of yourself. So I wanted again these simple, unpretentious worries, to feel the joy from each new achievement of the little growing man again. The third child has become for us a pure desire without an admixture of a sense of necessity.
I remember when this desire arose. The wife returned home from a friend who also recently gave birth to a third child. She went to her to bring her congratulations on the birth of her daughter - toys for the child, little things, a home-made photo frame (women’s hand-made is appreciated). She came, and near her eyes burn: "How I want the same tiny little sweetheart!" But she said somehow without hope, simply as a pipe dream. And I suddenly thought: “Why not?” This was when two kids running around the house were scared: well, where was the third, and now everything is simpler, more familiar and far from scary. And the best of times - you can wait a long time.
Long (or fast?) 9 months of waiting - and now we met my daughter. It was as if she did not want to offend anyone: she looked a bit like mom, a bit like dad, a completely charming child. I brought my verbal congratulations on the birth of my daughter to my wife in the first minutes of the birth of our child. I kissed her, she smiled tiredly. When the child was washed, they handed me a small lump. The tenderness and love that overwhelmed me at this moment are one of the strongest emotions I have experienced in my entire life. Looking at me with a daughter in her arms, my wife admitted that there could be no better present than a husband who shared with her all the pain, fear and joy of having a baby.
In the morning, the wife already received over the phone congratulations on the birth of her daughter from friends and relatives. Visits are forbidden, and nurses will take away flowers or sweets from her: in the ward next to the newborn there can be no objects that can cause allergies, and nursing mothers can’t eat sweets or chocolate. So, think carefully if you want to come to the hospital and give something like that as a gift. While the young mother is in the hospital, it is better to call or send SMS congratulations on the birth of the daughter. Present a bouquet of flowers by the day of discharge. This is not just advice, it is a personal experience. When my first child was born - a son - I brought to the hospital the most beautiful bouquet I could find on the flower market. He was taken from his wife, and 5 days after discharge, it was pointless to take him back. The second time, she already asked me not to carry flowers to the hospital.
At those times when our first two children were born, I provided such a festive extract with a large number of relatives and acquaintances, an escort of cars, a sea of flowers and gifts, that the half-house poured out of the windows to look at this performance. The wife went to the doorstep of the hospital with a child, and around there were numerous congratulations on the birth of a daughter or son.
However, this time I wanted something more quiet, intimate. Therefore, only the closest people met her. Something has also changed in the hospital: a video filming service has appeared. I ordered it, and in a special beautiful room my wife was met by a host who, on behalf of the staff of the hospital, brought us congratulations on the birth of my daughter. We took a picture. Now in our album there are colorful memories of this event. It has already become a tradition that I give my wife some gift in honor of the birth of a child. When older children were born, I gave jewelry. But this time I decided that a good gift would be a mobile phone with a good camera, based on the Android OS, with a 32 GB memory card. Now she can shoot a child wherever she is, capturing the best and rare moments, listen to music while walking with her child, read a book or watch a movie while sitting on a park bench while her daughter is sleeping.