She sent me a text that morning that she was having bad contractions and probably going in. Once she told me the Dr. said to come in, I called to see how she was and let her know I was on my way. I was in an Uber on my way to the hospital after getting the word that she was in labor. It was a couple of days after your baby shower.
I got to the room and as soon as I walked in there was a lot going on. Nonetheless, I spoke to everyone and walked straight towards your mom. She and I had discussed how WE preferred the delivery room setting should be.
WE wanted it to be peaceful, calm, spa music playing, love… Instead, it was like an embarrassing parody of “Wedlock Gon’ Wild”.
I’ll tell you more about that in a minute but your mom was looking lovely and preggers, ready but a little nervous at the same time. Things were all peaceful for the most part.
Your Grandma S was typing and talking on her phone, your aunt W2 talking loud on her phone, them talking to each other and eerily slighting me at the same time. The chi was just off. I politely asked everyone to step out and leave the room so I could talk to your mother. Your aunt W4 was cool about it but your Grandma S wanted to make things difficult for some reason. Come to find out hours later, your mom hadn’t told them what her and I agreed on in regard to the delivery room setting and taking videos/pics during the delivery.
Well, she either didn’t tell them, or they didn’t respect or listen to her.
Nonetheless, I should’ve made more of an effort to make sure there was more transparency in conversations like this. At the time, I didn’t think I’d have to talk to your mom’s parents about what she and I agreed on. I didn’t know that they basically felt I had no say or rights as a father because your mom and I weren’t married. That was a shocking revelation that hit hard and fast.