" Hi sweetheart…just so you know…the Lions will never win the Superbowl. Pick another team."
The nurses all thought this was like our 97th baby by this.
Can’t remember if I said anything profund with our daughter’s arrival.
My first words will be…
“I can’t wait to eat you.”
Look out, FutureBaby. Mama’s hungry.
With my son, my first word were (to my husband, actually, and after 19 hours of labor, and 3 hours of pushing!), “Hey that wasn’t so bad, let’s do it again!” (yes, I was on a fairly large dose of pain meds!!!)
With my daughter, I something like this to her : “something THIS SMALL caused all that trouble??” (I had 6 weeks of preterm labor, and bedrest, and just UGGGH for the entire pregnancy).
Congratulations!
The midwife held the babe up in the air spread its legs and said:
“And it’s a …”
Me: thinks “fuck - do I have to do everything around here.”
Me: “a boy?”
Midwife: “um …”
Me: “a girl?”
I think I said “Hi baby!” in a woozy voice - I was doped up so I wouldn’t barf or freak out during the C-section. He was yelling but it sounded like a bird calling. His extremities were all gray - I guess his whole circulatory system was still getting itself going.
Honestly, I don’t think most people vividly remember their first word to their baby. It’s kind of a crazy moment.
Congratulations!
“Welcome!”
And the first music either of them heard was John Coltrane - “A Love Supreme”.
My first words to my child were when he was in utero: “tiens-toi bien, p’tit gars”-- sort of “hang in there, little guy.”
We were vacationing in Italy and train personnel were on strike so people just jumped on the train without tickets. The train was jam-packed and it was hot, and I stood for hours. At one point, I had to ask people to vacate the W.C. so I could use it, that’s how full the train was. I really wanted that baby to hang on tight. I was only a few months along at that point, so nobody offered me a seat.
When my son was born, I oohed and aahed and counted his fingers. Then I said I was hungry. Heartless of me, I know. My husband’s first words were “It’s not a girl!?” He had refused to choose a boy’s name because he said that he wanted a girl, absolutely. Not a boy, never. I knew better from the start.
Yeah, I’m that old, there was no finding out the child’s sex ahead of time, way back in prehistoric times.
Hello, pal! Welcome to the world. It gets better, trust me…
Never had one myself, but I watched a woman deliver during my OB rotation - they wisked the baby onto her mother’s chest, and she said:
I teared up, thinking, “She’s been *waiting *for him.”
With my daughter, I believe I said “There you are!”. With my son…no idea.
A friend announced today on Facebook that their son Luke was born today. A few people made The Force jokes in their comments. I said, “I hope your husband said, “Luke, I am your father” the first time he held him!”
She has ignored my comment so far.LOL
Mom was down and the notion of letting the father into the room was unthinkable. 8yo me actually was the first family member to hold my youngest brother.
A nurse coming down the hallway saw me and asked “hey, you’re with (Mom’s name), right?”
“She’s my mom.”
“This is yours, then!” holding a baby triumphally up in the air.
“OOOOOH, can I hold him?” (the pronoun is neuter in Spanish)
“Here you are, it’s a boy.”
“Hi there you, congratulations!”
Returning the baby to the nurse: “I’m sorry, I have to go to the bathroom, Dad and my uncles are in the room… thank you!”
Funny thing is, with the previous brother I’d been allowed to help bathe him, clothe him, change him… this is the one with which I got the “no, you might break him!” treatment (stoopit babysitter). So in general I held him a lot less than the other one, but I did hold him first.
Except for the doctors running the APGAR test, I was the first to hold my son - they just wrapped him up and handed him to me while they finished things up with my wife. The only think I remember saying was:
“Hey… hey… it’s all right… it’s all right.”
Over and over again until he stopped crying.
Of course, what I was actually thinking was ohshitohshitohshit, but I understand panic is perfectly normal under the circumstances.
Dude, congratulations. We had our first 8 months ago. I’m 47 and Mrs Baci is 40. Reading this thread bought it all back and I had tears in my eyes. I think my first words were, “Hello matey, I’m your dad” but I can’t be sure.
Lil’ Baci was having a bath with his mum as I was reading the thread, and I was called in to grab him, towel him off, and get him into a nappy just as I finished reading. Minutes later, while lying on his change table he’d peed a couple of times, squirmed onto his tummy while I tried gamely to get a nappy on him, and was being generally “difficult”. Sigh. It’s not all hugs and bunnies, but my Ogg it’s great to be a dad.
Can’t wait to hear what you had, Rhythmdvl. Enjoy the ride.
For The Boy, I think my first words were, “Oh, wow. Hi.” He was 4 days old by the time I got to see him (emergency c-section, infections, unhelpful evil hateful demon nurses from hell in Satan’s own maternity ward) so I was pretty much struck dumb).
For the angrily screaming mini-Marli, I believe it was, “Hello, sweetness! You’re having a hard day, aren’t you?”
I think I said, “Hi, baby.” Very original, but as someone pointed out, it’s kind of a crazy moment.*
My husband said, “He stinks. Is he okay?” which startled me a lot. (He was a dairy farmer for 25 years, and delivered a lot of calves. The ones that have a certain stink often have an infection.) The baby did have to go on antibiotics for a couple of days as a precaution, though they never found anything and he is fine.
*Even if you aren’t the one who gave birth. We adopted our son and were in the next room when he was born. We saw him first when he was about a minute old.
Whatsit Jr., who was being held up a few inches from my face while I was still being sewn up from my C-section: “Hey, you!”
MiniWhatsit: “Hi, baby. Look at you!”
Whatsit the Youngest: “Oh my God! Oh my God! He’s beautiful!”
I think the difference in emotional level might be due to the fact that Whatsit the Youngest was my only fully natural and unmedicated birth and I was feeling really adrenaline-y and stuff.
(Embarrassing Mom confession: I got a little weepy while typing this up!)
Oh my god she looks exactly like my mom!
She did. lol
I can’t be the only one thinking this… it’s been 24 hours now. Has rhythmkid made landfall yet? 
“One day lad, all this will be yours”
“What, the curtains?”
Also, good luck and congratulations
“Happiness is the activity of the soul in accordance with virtue.”
Funky little Dvl came into the world to Flashlight.
Read to him in the nursery last night for a short spell; Fit the First. (Hi Slithy!)
Did a lot of inane babbling in between.
Wow… just wow. 36 hours to arrive (though two weeks early) but what an arrival! 8.1 Oz., 21.5", wonderful little dude. So far so good, everyone’s healthy he’s feeding and doing other infant-like things.
I’m pretty sure there’s a rule against smiley abuse, else I’d fill a thousand pages with a thousand grins each (for starters).
Nothing left to do but smile smile smile.