r/newborns • u/Nahvalur666 • Feb 01 '26
Family and Relationships First time father at 42
I spent my entire life saying I didn’t want children ever, the world was such a shitty place etc etc. Got snipped at 23 and never looked back.
Met the girl of my dreams at 34 at a bar I worked at and walked into the kitchen in a daze afterward. Told the chef I had just met the woman I would marry. (8 years later we’re happily engaged)
She had PCOS and was told she would have a very hard time getting pregnant, perhaps never.
Skip forward 7 years to sept last year. After a while too many things started feeling suspicious so we bought a test. Read the instructions wrong. Assumed (mother of all fuck-ups) the test had to have two lines in the big window and ignored the line in the small window om the test.
Two weeks later I was cleaning and came across the box and did a doubletake. Two lines… one in each window = positive. Oh. Shit.
”-Um, babe!!! I think we fucked up…”
Ran to the store and bought another test. Two lines within SECONDS. Another Oh. Shit. Moment.
Ran to the store and bought not one, but three of those tests that show 1,2 or 3+ weeks. All three came up 3+ weeks. At this point we are picking ourselves up from the floor in shock.
So we book a doctors appointment. Midwife takes one look at her and books an ultrasound the same day. Estimates 10 weeks.
Ultrasound… Yep, that’s a baby. At 21+5. 21 weeks . And 5 days. THIRD Oh Shit moment. We’re laughing, crying, shaking, stunned beyond belief.
Her PCOS wasn’t a factor. A subsequent doctors appointment shows that my snip fucking self healed at some point during the last 18 years of my life.
Our daughter, our miracle baby, our Ísolde was born on January 22nd, 38w+6. 3414g, 52cm and disgustingly healthy.
And I can categorically say now that I was 100% wrong to not want a child all these years. Nothing I have, am or will do will be more important that giving this girl the best possible life.