Sunday, 20 November 2016

Kids or no Kids


After my first marriage broke up shortly after I had turned 40, a common question posed to me by inquisitive friends was when I eventually met someone who I wanted to settle down with would I have more children.  My answer in the early years was always the same.  I love my daughters and genuinely cherish the time I spend with them and if I met the right person then yes I would absolutely consider having more kids but I would have to be 100% sure about the person.

As the years ticked by and as I rapidly approached 50 having not met anyone who I was willing to commit to, my answer changed to say that as much as I love kids, I’m too old now - enter stage right Emma Townend!

Emma and I met at Immortal Fitness Bootcamp (there you go Stu a free plug for you!).  We trained at 6am in the parks and countryside around Marlow and I remember when Emma first joined thinking who is this long legged beauty that has the audacity to think she can take me on in hill sprints.  Emma in turn was probably thinking how can someone so old continually beat me up a hill – surely he will croak it soon if he’s not careful.

Anyway after a long, competitive and flirtatious 12 months and encouraged by several members of the Bootcamp crew who pointed out the apparent obvious chemistry between us, I eventually grew a pair and asked Emma out in October 2014.

Early on in our relationship (in fact on the first date) we had a very open discussion regarding children. I was then rapidly approaching 51 and Emma had turned 37 in the summer. Emma stated that she was not sure that she actually wanted children as she enjoyed her life too much to sacrifice the travel and ski adventures that regularly punctuated her years.

From memory, I said something along the lines of “well that’s fine by me as I have my girls already and in case you hadn’t noticed I’m getting on a bit.”  Thinking little more of it we proceeded to fill the coming months with travel, adventures and the most amazing fun times.

So with this back drop, how does a 52 year old man who had a vasectomy in his late thirties now end up as an expectant father?  Well one thing’s for sure – it didn’t happen by accident!

I’m not certain how far into the relationship that Emma had a change of heart but I do recall the conversation that took place and suspect that it was around 10 or 12 months down the line.

If we fast forward to when Emma started to tell her friends that she was pregnant their universal initial reaction was that of complete shock as they questioned, “But I thought you didn’t want children?” On more than one occasion I have heard Emma explain that seeing me with my daughters and the good relationship I have with them, she felt she would be missing out if she didn’t have children.  Of course my interpretation of that is a little different – “Don is such an amazing dad and clearly given how beautiful his two daughters are and what wonderful girls they are he must have some magic loin beans that produce amazing off-spring and I want me some of them there beans!”

Of course by the time this change of heart was announced to me I had completely fallen for Emma and not only couldn’t imagine life without her but also it felt that having a child with her was the most natural and obvious thing to do.

Clearly the decision was not an instant one, I needed to think it through before committing and over a few days many thoughts sprung in to my mind: 

  • I would almost certainly be the oldest dad waiting at the school gates
  • I would undoubtedly and frequently be mistaken for grandad
  • How would my daughters (Megan & Milly) react if Emma and I announced that we were expecting a baby?
  • Was it fair on the new child to have such an old dad
  • Did I really want to be going through the baby years again
  • It would be good training for Emma as she would need to wipe my dribble and change my nappies in a few years

After a period of reflection the decision was made that we would investigate the possibility of having a baby together.  Emma’s view was that if it was not possibly then that is fine too and we would just fill our life with travel and exciting adventures.  Her level headedness whilst reassuring was irrelevant – I wanted a child with her and I for one would have been extremely disappointed if it did not happen.

So one vasectomy reversal later and several visits to the fertility clinic at the Chelsea and Westminster Hospital ensued including for me to make a couple of deposits of the magic beans - I can definitely say that the sterile nature of the experience was not something I especially enjoyed, but here we are expecting a baby girl (currently referred to as Frogmella) due on the 16th January  - one week after my treatment finishes. Amazing!!

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