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With our son at one point, the doctor needed someone to grab DW's leg so DW had more leverage while pushing. So I was holding her right leg and pushing back against her with one arm and holding her hand with my other hand while she was pushing son out. I looked down there while his head was starting to come through, cut the cord, saw the placenta come out, and everything.
Thankfully, one of the nurses we had worked with when we lost our daughter was there while she was off duty and was kind enough to grab my phone and get plenty of pics of our newborn son right after he came out as well as a video of his first few minutes.
Usually, things like that would make me squeamish (just the threat of possibly having my blood drawn will cause me to feel light headed), but I handled it quite well. I was there to support my wife and our new son in every way I could and could not wait to wrap my arms around both of them.
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In all three cases I was with each baby from when it was delivered to get weighed, measured (I helped the nurse on all three), eyes cleaned out, a quick wipe down, and then back to my wife’s chest. But because all of this was done in the same room as the birth I was there during the afterbirth. The big thing that the nurse and doctor was concerned about getting the nursing started as soon as possible.
We had a fantastic midwife who was superbly supportive. DW gave birth on all fours and I cut the umbilical chord. Then we just had a cuddle together. It was great.
Third child: Clinic had critical personnel shortage.
The new born was handed to me, more like thrown at me, while the physician was handling "code." I took care of the clamping, cutting, cleaning, wrapping and such and I got the heck out of the way.
Little girl and Daddy held hands and prayed....
I was scared;
Frankly, if there was a placenta, I was too busy and too scared to notice.
When the emergency was over, I had Mommy's hand in one hand and our daughter's hand in the other, with her wrapped up on my chest. A nun came to place baby into nursery. I refused to let go of her and, I am not ashamed, I started crying. Eventually, I gave baby first bath and first feeding and first nappie changing.
I seem to have a vague memory on one of those occasions of hearing a nurse say "get him out of here!!!", but I did pretty well for most of them considering that I was wanting to high five @intrepides96 in his post a few posts back where he admitted to squeamishness. I, too, consider a blood draw at the lab major surgery.