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This is a labor of love. I've spent a great deal of time writing this, because I want to help other people, and because I just want to share our story.

Our Story
by RS Davis
The Freedom Files

Hello Freedomphiles! The day my son, Connor, was born was the greatest day of my life. My wife had been in labor for 36 hours when he joined the rest of us air-breathers, and I was simply amazed that she was capable of enduring that marathon of agony and desperation. It was gross, painful, and never seemed to end. I mean, if I had to spend a day and a half sh---ing out a watermelon, I'd have been begging for the sweet release of euthanasia after about ten minutes.

For their part, the medical staff shot all kinds of narcotics straight into her spine, but they wouldn't give me anything. I told them it was bad drug etiquette to not bring enough for the whole group, but they didn't listen.

I told my wife long before she went into labor that during the birth, I was living in the head and shoulders zone - she'd never see the back of my head because I wasn't going to look down there. I mean, c'mon, that was my garden of earthly delight - I did not want to see it ravaged by an angry pack of hungry rabbits. I mean, there's a reason they say you should never see how sausage is made.

In the end, though, and in the heat of the moment, I realized that I couldn't exactly encourage her with words like "You're almost there, honey" or "Jesus, that's disgusting" if I didn't poke my head betwixt her knees and take a look at the carnage once in awhile.

Childbirth, like death, is sudden no matter how long you've been working to accomplish it. For 36 hours there was screaming, pleading, crying, and then in one second it was over. In the space of a heartbeat, we went from a panicked, stressed out man and his recently fat, angry wife to a family....

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I did a totally Aspie thing when my wife was giving birth. I was sent to the wrong room and there was another woman giving birth who had no partner . I wasn't sure what to say to her, but I hung around for a couple of minutes to see if she was OK. Seemed the right thing to do.

I loved your story and your writing.

Thanks for sharing your story. I love your writing style!

great story! thanks for sharing----

Thanks, guys!

I'm glad you wrote this.

How come?

There are not enough things that tell people good things about those on the Spectrum. I felt good when I read it.

I know that this may not answer your question properly.

Thanks, I'm glad to have made you happy.

your story is so similar to my family's, it brought tears to my eyes. thanks for sharing.

No problem. Thanks for the kind words. I didn't intend it to get such an emotional response, but you're not the only one. I was going for funny and informative. But a couple people have suggested I pull it off the blog and send it to national publications, and since writing for money has always been a dream of mine, I think I'll give it a shot.

Can't hurt to try. I say go for it, and I hope something comes out of it for you.

Thanks. I think I'll have to edit out the bad language first, haha...

Hey, so I edited out the bad language, and have started submitting this article. I've done Newsweek, Women's Day, Reader's Digest, Parenting Magazine, Parent & Child, and The New York Times. Anyone have any suggestions of other publications I might try?

i wish wondertime magazine was still in publication...this would have been perfect for them. it was such a good magazine.

good luck to you!