Daddy’s Little Girl The day my daughter was born my life was changed forever. I had been married a little over a year and found out that we were expecting our first child. Was I ready for this? What kind of father would I be? I was just twenty two; I wasn’t ready to be a father? What if I was like my father and was abusive to my child, so I prayed to God please do not let me be that way. But ready or not I had a child on the way and I had to grow up fast. For me, the day started like any other day, I went to work and my wife, not feeling well stayed home. The baby was due at any time but I still wasn’t ready and thought it could not happen until I was ready. We had no medical insurance and my pride would not allow me to accept state aid. All morning I thought to myself, “Are we doing the right thing going to a midwife? What if something happened and the baby needed something more than what the midwife could provide?” And, then I got the call around lunch time that I needed to come home. The baby was on its way! I drove like a madman to get home. When I arrived I rushed into the house to find my wife sitting on the couch cool as a cucumber. How can this be? I’m freaking out and she is just sitting there, acting like this was no big deal. So I grabbed the go-bag and helped her to the car and off we went. Upon arrived the midwife checked my wife and said “yes we were having a baby today, but not anytime soon”. So the waiting started. I was trying to remember everything I was supposed to do because we all know that the father is one of the most important components of the childbirth. We waited and waited but nothing was happening. The midwife suggested that we take a walk outside and maybe that would get the ball rolling. As we stepped outside I noticed that it was a cool crisp night but no mater we have a baby to birth. We had made several laps around the