I'm about to become a dad! I feel like I'm going to puke. Heather is so calm and laughing it up with everyone, meanwhile the room is spinning in my eyes. Ace punches my arm, "Get your shit sorted out. Quit being a pussy." I flinch, because he actually hit me pretty hard.
Heather gets prepped for her C-section, and I am instructed on what to do in the operating room. My hands are shaking and I feel like I have sweat coming from every pore in my body. I don't know how my mom and dad did this so many times. I do not like this feeling at all! Ace holds Heather's hand until he can't any longer, nurses telling him to stay behind the doors and wait.
I position myself on a little stool next to Heather's head. I try to talk to her about names, but we are both focusing on hearing that magical little sound...then it happens. The sweetest sound in the entire world. "You have a son!" the doctor exclaims. "A beautiful, healthy son."
"You hear that? We have a son." I whisper in Heather's ear. I see the tears falling from the corner of her eyes. "You have made me the happiest man in the world. I hope you know that. I love you so much." I say, placing a kiss on her temple.
"I need to see him, Tyson." Heather says, tears flowing from her big silver eyes. The nurse appears, holding our beautiful bundle down so we can see his perfect face. She reaches her hand up to touch him, and we both weep. "He is so beautiful, Tyson. Look at how perfect he is."
We let the nurses finish their exam of our boy, while the doctor finishes getting Heather stitched up. She will have go to post-op for a little bit before going back to her room. As they wheel her out, I stop the nurse and snap some photos of my son. My mom is going to have a fit over him.
I make my way to the waiting room and show off my photos. Everyone ooo's and ahh's over him. We haven't decided on a name yet, and that seems to be everyone's main question. I chat with my mom and dad for a bit, and I see Ace lingering around like he is lost and waiting for directions. Once everyone clears out, I invite him back to Heather's room with me, because she should be getting in there soon. They wheel Heather's bed into the room, and Ace finally starts to show some life in his eyes. "Hey there, my girl." he says, reaching out and taking her hand. "You feeling okay?"
"Yeah, just ready to hold my son." she says. The nurse is situating her I.V., so she looks at Heather and says "I'll go let them know you are ready for him, sweetie."
I can hear the seconds ticking away on the clock in the room, and the sound of the door opening brings me to my feet. In walks a nurse, rolling a small hospital nursery crib. Ace walks over to him, and for the first time in his life he cries. "What are you going to name this handsome fella?" he asks, wiping away his tears.
"What is your middle name, Dad?" Heather asked Ace.
"My full name is Henry Chase Randall. Why?" he says.
Heather and I look at each other for a moment. What is going on inside that pretty head of hers. "I would like to name our son Chase Randall Ponder. Tyson? What do you think?" Heather asks me.
"It's catching. Sounds like a ladies man, kind of name. What you say, gramps?" I chuckle towards Ace.
Ace leans into the little crib, kissing the baby on the forehead. "Glad to meet you Chase Randall. Don't let him call me gramps or poppa, or grandpa...Please teach him to just call me Ace like everyone else." he says, letting out a chuckle. He stays for a little while longer, then leaves so Heather can get some rest.
After all this amazing woman has been through, she is the strongest person I know. Our son, and me, are so blessed to have her. The rest of our lives awaits us.