First Time Father

I’ve been married for almost a year now. About two months ago, my daughter was born. I could not put into words what I felt at that time. Looking at my baby through the glass outside the nursery at the hospital, I want to shout and yet I just want to just stare at her silently and cry. I didn’t, of course, but my heart was just full of emotions I could barely understand them.
 My wife had been in labor since the night before and the pain was just too much for her. We had to transfer to another hospital because the doctor couldn’t just wait. He said my wife would not have a normal delivery; she would have to go through C-section. My wife as screaming her guts out in the ambulance as we proceeded to the next hospital. By the time we got to the delivery room, our baby just popped out. She was so weak coming out of the delivery room, she could not say a word when she first saw our baby.
  Carrying our precious daughter for the very first time was surreal. Here was a teeny, tiny person resting in my arms, whose very life was literally and figuratively at the palm of my hand. A tear just fell out of my wife’s eye as we were both glad that the hard part was over. Or so we thought.
 We used to live away from my parents. But due to unexpected circumstances, I’m back here at home again. This is only temporary as we plan our future as a family. Raising my daughter is not quite as smooth as I thought it would be. My sleeping habits changed. My daughter has the uncanny ability to wake up and cry every time I go to bed. So I have to sleep every time my baby sleeps or else I may be weak and drowsy every time she wakes up. 
 But I wouldn’t change anything. I love my daughter and even though it’s hard, I enjoy raising her and taking care of her. There are many lessons to be learned as a first-time dad. And I’m learning each and every one of them.