I just want to name my child


After sacrificing about 300 million sperms (scientists estimated between 200 to 500 million) which made the perilous swim to seek out and impregnate one egg…

After going along with almost everything she has managed to convince me that was good for our child (some are probably cooked-up, but I went along anyway to make her happy)…

After giving in to what I thought was a “request” for the right to name our first child….thinking (or tricked into thinking) it would be my turn when the next one comes…

Yes, our wives carried the fetus for 9 anxiety-filled months and then went through several painful hours before delivering the baby into this world. After the birth, it’s then painful recovery, sleepless nights, constant breastfeeding, and other untold suffering during the first few years of the child’s life.   

Throughout the entire ordeal, husbands are not exactly taking a vacation either.  There aren’t any hormonal effects, no physical changes, but having a child is an equally emotional, mental and spiritual event for us. Society and health professionals all show a lot of interests in a pregnant woman. Nobody cares about the man who made it happen.

I believe there are other husbands out there wondering in silence why have their role been reduced to just “the sperm donor”. We do not need grand acknowledgement that we’ve chipped in. We accept our wives talking about the new baby more with their girlfriends and mother than us. We accept that we will never have a valid excuse to grow a tummy. We accept that we will never have boobs obsessed by our own kind. We accept that we will never experience the wonderful experience of giving birth. But sometimes, we do need to feel that we’ve been a part of this magical process to establish relationship with the unborn child early on.

For me, all I ask for is just a fair chance to name my own child.

And the name I’ve chosen for our baby boy …… Carl-Gustav   :)

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