Here’s a much shorter version of your story, preserving its core meaning and emotional arc:
Pregnancy felt surreal. It changed everything—not just for me, but how I saw my husband, Michael.
He was excited, sure. But while I was prepping for baby, he was still gaming—his favorite way to unwind after work. I didn’t mind, mostly. He came to appointments, downloaded a contraction timer app, even felt our baby’s kicks with awe.
But deep down, I worried—would he truly be present when it mattered most?
When labor started, he showed up… with his Xbox. Set it up in the delivery room, invited his friend over, and acted like we had all the time in the world. Mid-contraction, I told him I needed my husband. He barely looked up.
Then his parents arrived.
Margaret, his no-nonsense mom, quietly told him: “Outside. Now.” Ten minutes later, Michael returned—humbled, unplugging everything, taking my hand. “I’m sorry. I’m here now.”
And he was. For the entire labor. No distractions, just love and support. When Lily arrived, he stayed by our side—changed.
That moment flipped a switch. He’s been an amazing father since. Sometimes, people just need a wake-up call. For Michael, it came right on time.
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