a brief history of Delia Arlette Schultz

On July 17th, 2011 Maria Arlette Schultz, after 21 hours of labor, gave birth to Delia Arlette Schultz at 9:37 PM. Maria was incredible throughout the labor and I could not have been more proud and amazed by her. She is an incredible woman that I am all too blessed to call my "ol' ball and chain". (I've never called her that, in most cases I refer to her as "my marvelous wife" unless I am talking to her directly, then I just call her Maria.)

The moment Delia emerged I was overwhelmed with joy, both that she was here and she was amazing, but also that Maria could finally be done with the major pain that is active labor. Those hours were frantic and it all felt so surreal. There is no way I can try to explain what I was feeling then, especially since it's been so long. All I can say is this, after the initial rush of unfathomable joy, what was left in me . . . was fear.

I did not sleep at all that night. All I did was worry about Delia, worry about Maria, worry about our future as a family, and whether or not this was something that I could do. Of course I wanted children, of course I was excited that she was here and I could hold her, but no matter of preparation could have made me completely comfortable with the fact that Maria and I (mostly Maria (just joking)) are responsible for an entire human life. Not just the baby years, not just toddler time, an entire life. It's still overwhelming when I think of it that way, but now it excites me, to think of the possibilities of Delia's life. She, literally, could do anything. And it will be fun to see who she becomes.

The past 6 weeks have been pretty great, for the most part. The first day home was stressful and terrible. But, as time goes on, the more we develop the necessary skills and enjoy our time with Delia, watching her change and grow and gain weight (just like her dad). She is beginning to smile a lot, just not quite on purpose yet, and she has started to coo a little bit. It's amazing how such little changes make such a big difference.

Today I started my paternity leave of two weeks. Two weeks of just Dad and Delia. I was worried at first, and will continue to be only less so as the days progress. But, there was a moment today, just after I had fed her for the second time, that she fell asleep on my chest after I had burped her. Immediately my mind went to all of the things I should be doing; laundry, house cleaning, bill paying, etc. But, then I looked out the patio window, which was open and a breeze was coming in, and a beautiful song by Bjork came on, I watched the leaves quiver in the wind and felt Delia breathing on my chest, and I knew that nothing was more important than that moment. It was just a man and his daughter relaxing on a sunny summer day. The only thing that would have made it better was if Maria had been there, sleeping on the couch (or making me a sandwich (of course I am kidding)).

We are a family, and I can not wait for every little moment like that. Because that's what makes all of the stress worth it.

"now that you're three months old i think it would be good for you to start thinking about what you want to do with your life."

Maria had a text book from her undergraduate studies that she gave me to read since we will soon become parents, Parenting in Contemporary Society. When she handed me the book she did not say, "you need to read this because of the two of us you have the higher chance of f---ing this up." She just gave it to me because she thought I might find it interesting, and I have.

I have only made it to page 6 (it's pretty dense (a.k.a. little letters)). But in those six pages it has managed to both excite and worry me a great deal. I especially enjoyed the part about how many marriages suffer because of children. Lucky for us we are having this child to solve the problems we are having. Of course I am kidding, I love Maria so much it hurts and I will love the little lady a huge amount as well. I know there is going to be stressful situations, and stress placed on the marriage, but we love each other (and our soon-to-be new born child) enough to get through it, with the help of God.

But, what I found really interesting was the reasons that people have children.

"The subjects in the . . . study saw parenthood as a way to contribute to society, achieve immortality, experience love and life's fuller meaning, remember and re experience their own childhood, achieve sex role fulfillment, stimulate feelings of pride, and achieve personal growth."

Some of these seemed surprisingly selfish to me. For example, to achieve personal growth or to stimulate feelings of pride. Those may be valid reasons for some, and please if you had children for those reasons please don't be mad at me, but to achieve personal growth wouldn't it be easier to take a pottery class in the evenings or take up jogging? Those could also stimulate feelings of pride. "I jogged a marathon today" or "My pottery will be featured in this months Pots on Pots magazine" (which is a magazine which features artful pottery placed on toilets, classy). I'm swelling with pride just pretending to have accomplished those things.

But, then I think about it, why am I having a child? I am not going to presume to know Maria's reasons. But I will say that she is the most caring and loving person, so I bet it is so she has a little human doll. Just kidding. Maria loves children and is going to be an amazing mother, and I am sure her reasons are nothing but noble.

I don't know if I can pin down my "one reason" that I want this child. For a while I didn't think I would ever have children because I wouldn't ever get married. But, when Maria and I started dating that all changed. I could see myself getting married, then we got married. Then I could see myself having a child, but, to be honest, the excitement about having a child didn't really hit me until after we found out Maria was pregnant. Before that happens, it's just a vague idea. "Yeah, we would like to have children some day." You think about having a baby for a little while, then you get excited about taking your older kids camping or knife throwing (that last one might just be for Maria and I, who are both avid knife tossers). Then you think about the teen years and how much fun that will be.

Then you start trying and it gets a little more real, but it still doesn't hit home. Then it happens. Your wife calls you at work one day with news that blindsides you with joy and fear and you sit in a conference room stunned, trying to wrap your head around the idea that you will both be responsible for a human life. It's difficult to describe, but your heart is full of love and your head is full of worry. At that point I didn't entertain the thought "why do I want kids." At that point it's, "we are having a child, can we do that?" Well, too late for that now. We can and we will and we will do our best.

Why? I like the statement that it's to "experience love and life's fuller meaning." I have experienced love throughout my life, my mom and dad (who are going to be incredible grandparents), my brother (the best uncle ketchup could ask for), my beautiful wife, her parents (already awesome grandparents and will continue to be so), her sister and her husband (magnificent aunt and uncle), our niece and nephew (cool cousins), and all of our friends (loving pep peps and TBA auntie nickname), and our families (great extensions). But, this will be a love that I can not even conceive of right now. Just feeling her kick Maria in her uterus (way to go little lady!) I feel my heart well up in a way that is new to me. I have a feeling this is as close as I will ever get to the way God feels about us, and that will shed a new light on a faith that can only grow.

There is no doubt that this will show "life's fuller meaning" in a way that I won't comprehend until I am in it, or even after she has moved off to join a convent (men are evil, Little Lady, don't forget it). I am excited to find out how much she will teach us, probably more than we will teach her. I am excited to see how much like Maria and I she will be, but even more so how different she will be. I am just so excited to meet this new person and I pray that I don't screw her up by letting her watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Ren and Stimpy with me. We won't get into the Stanley Kubrick films until she's at least 12.

I do know one thing that I want to teach her though, and this refers to the title of this blog ("finally!" say the reader(s)), I want her to start thinking about what she wants to do with her life earlier than I did, what her calling is. Do not misinterpret, I love my life. I couldn't ask for anything better. Only in the work department do I feel a little disheartened at times. And this is not the end of the line. I will not be there forever, I will find something that makes me happy to do 8 hours a day. Even if it is being a stay at home dad (breadwinner Maria, make this happen *wink*) which I would love.

I just want my child to know that it is important to think about what calling she feels that she is being drawn to. What path she is being lead to take. What work would make her heart full. And, no doubt, she will be amazing at whatever it is and Maria and I will support her in her dreams. Even if all she wants to do is cure cancer, even something as minuscule as that, we will be proud of her.

Just thinking about our daughter pursuing her dreams makes me want to work at achieving mine (whatever they may be, I'm a little preoccupied at the moment). And I will.

Maybe this is what the book meant by "achieve personal growth", having this child makes me want to become a better person so that she has someone to look up to. Maria has that in the bag, I will do my best to make that happen on my end.

I love you little lady, I hope to meet you soon.

Maria, a special message to you . . .

"Push her out, push her out, WAAAAAAAAAAAAY OUT!"

reflections on prenatal classes

Maria and I finished our 6 week crash course in labor and parenting tonight. We went to six 2 1/2 hour classes, and 4 out of the six were devoted to labor.

The first night was designed to scare the s--- out of you. In giving a brief introduction to the process of labor, we were immediately overwhelmed by the process and wished we had not signed up for the class. I don't remember anything really specific about it, probably because it was traumatic and I fought to forget everything I heard.

The next couple of nights served to calm us down a bit and ease our concerns about whether or not we could do this. It was helpful to get the calming techniques and a little bit more of an idea about what to expect and how to deal with different situations. I did take things seriously for the most part . . . but I did get scolded by Maria whilst practicing some breathing because I kept cracking jokes. In my defense, I was in a room full of pregnant women and their baby daddies who are all swaying and breathing in patterns. I was uncomfortable, so I made jokes. Come show time, I will probably not find anything funny about it so I will just focus. But, I do understand why she was frustrated, and even though she was a little annoyed at me, she still laughed at my jokes.

We did learn about drugs and c-sections . . . and this is what I got out of it: regardless of how easy one tries to make it, there is no really easy way to give birth to a living human. I am so proud of Maria for her bravery and determination in the face of something that seems impossible. She is an amazing woman . . . and she has lived with me for over 3 years (the pain and suffering from that experience would probably prepare her to become an octo-mom).

The fifth night was "taking care of your new born". This was only given one night, so it must not be very important, although it was to me. Keeping this child alive is goal number one. I think goal number two is using the term "buccal swab" as much as possible. I learned it that night and have been annoying Maria with it ever since (she is such a trooper). I don't know why, but it just struck me as hilarious. If you want to know what it means, just ask. I have one scheduled for next week (just to be sure).

This evening was about breast feeding. At first I thought it was strange that an entire class would be devoted to learning what to feed breasts . . . but then I understood. Silly me.

One quick note to all the "fathers to be" in the class . . . shut the f--- up. You may think you have a funny comment, but you don't. I know you want all the other guys in the class to think you are going to be the cool dad, or you don't want people to know you actually care about becoming a parent so you make little comments about hooking your Playstation up to the television in the hospital's birthing room whilst your wife gives birth. Why don't you "man" up and do the adult thing and listen? You're going to be a father soon, and you can have a lot of fun doing that. But along with that fun comes a huge responsibility, so quit making stupid jokes about drinking and listen. I know I have probably made some jokes about parenting that someone will come back at me with . . . but even though I have a sense of humor about this process, that doesn't mean I am not taking this deadly seriously.

okay, that last paragraph was a tad harsh, maybe those dumb jokes are their way of coping with what is a confusing and stressful time, but that doesn't make it any less annoying to me.

All that said, it was a good experience and Maria and I can not wait to meet the little lady (not too early, and not too late though)! I can't even describe how happy we both are, and scared, and stressed, and ecstatic, and all sorts of emotions. But, when she emerges from the womb, and I am revived from the fainting spell I will inevitably have, Maria and I will be the two happiest people in the world. It will be amazing to look at our daughter and see a future full of possibilities, hope, and most of all, love. We are going to be blubbering messes (happy tears) . . . please bring some tissues if you plan on visiting the hospital.

*a quick note on the picture, this is the men learning how to be chairs.

"The opposite of faith is not doubt: It is certainty."

quote from an unknown source heard whilst listening to two Jesuit priests discussing science and religion.

let's watch something else *warning - explicit images*

So, as many of you know, Maria and I are expecting a child. Which is exciting, joyful, scary, and stressful all at the same time. We are both doing what we can to prepare for our heir to come in July. There is so much to do, and so much to learn, before we can feel as ready as possible to become parents. And as we try and learn as much as we can, we also see the benefit of trying to avoid some of the horror stories out there that would really just make us worry more than we already are/need to.

So, to avoid this unnecessary worry, I have compiled a list of movies I am going to avoid watching until the big day. Here is the first:

This film features Gina Davis giving birth to a fly larvae and as you can see in the photo below, it is kind of disturbing. It turns out in the movie that (spoiler alert) it is just a nightmare. But, even so, who is to say this might not happen to us? I don't know if I have any genetic mutations, but I did spend a lot of time near radioactive material when I was a child. But, if I am a mutant, we would just hope that our child has super powers instead of turning out to be a human baby size maggot.

Of course Maria and I are not going to have a maggot baby, but if I were to watch that movie, I would be more concerned about having a maggot baby than I would need to. So, let's watch something else.

The next film:

Maria might want me to watch this one because of the scene in which a man finally feels the pain of birth (of course it is an alien monster tearing it's way out of his chest, this is not the natural course). But, as much as Maria would want me to, I am going to avoid watching it because it would hit a little too close to home. And, in an irrational way, it would probably get me to thinking, "what if the baby did decide to come out of Maria's chest?" I like Maria too much to even entertain the thought, and that would probably mean that our child is an alien monster. No one wants that.

I hope sympathy pains don't get this extreme. Let's watch something else.

The next film:

I am going to avoid this one, not because macaulay culkin plays an evil child, but because macaulay culkin is in it. It would bother me to have a child that turned out like macaulay culkin. Scary.

Let's watch something else.

The last film:

This is a film about a killer baby. Pure an simple, I would not want our baby to kill people. That would be a real bummer. "Hey, here's our pride and joy. Don't get too close, it'll eat your face." Anyway, if our baby was homicidal, I would hope that it is a little cuter than the murderous baby below. People would probably be a little more forgiving of a killer baby if it leaned to the cute side.

But, I just don't want to worry about having a killer baby. So let's watch something else.

happy new year

Happy new year from Benny Banjo. His new year resolution? To not change a damn thing.

fred basset - a comic strip that "sheds" light on our dark times

In the comic strip, Fred Basset by Alex Graham, we see that Fred, the dog, is hilariously sending a "b-mail" as opposed to an e-mail. Not only does this bark mail punch line provide hours of uproarious laughter, I think it provides some pretty serious commentary on the state of communication in this day and age.

In the first panel we see Fred's owner sitting at his computer, presumably sending an email. He is completely disconnected, blank stare, back turned away from his best friend, Fred, typing away oblivious to the world around him.

Now, Fred, on the other hand sees this as an opportunity for real communication. He does not just sit in front of a screen. He goes outside, facing the world around him, and calls out to his friend. We don't see it, but I bet Jock would respond in the next panel, and after that they would get together for some good old fashion dog fun. Not only this, but as Fred send his "b-mail" he wears an exuberant expression on his face. Probably partly because he knows he is being clever, but mostly, because he is really communicating with those that he loves.

That is where the message lies in this genius bit of comic wit. Humanity has lost touch, with each other and with ourselves. We not longer communicate, but rely on electronics and magic to get our message out there. Case in point, I am using the Internet to get my feelings about this comic strip. I should be out there on the streets, talking about that truth that lies in the soul of Fred Basset. Fred (dogs/nature in general) have the right idea. They still use eye contact, voices, and emotion to communicate with each other.

Humanity needs to take a lesson from this hound, let's re-open our lines of direct communication, and send a few "b-mails" of our own.