Why would you want kids?

[Brian22]

Pm sent, JWG223.

 

[Scott.Thornton]

It sounds like you and I are in very similar boats. I'm 27, have dated my wife since late highschool, didn't marry until after college, and our first child hits 8 weeks on Thursday.

Is it a pain in the ass taking care of him sometimes? Sometimes, yes, but he's a newborn. So far, I wouldn't change a single thing.

Yessir, I love the little bugger. He can test some nerves sometimes but I love him to death man.

 

[Scott.Thornton]

And by nerves I mean mine on dealing with diapers. I can deal with blood, dead bodies, guts, but **** in a diaper will turn my stomach faster than most anything I have ever experienced.

 

[Brian22]

And by nerves I mean mine on dealing with diapers. I can deal with blood, dead bodies, guts, but **** in a diaper will turn my stomach faster than most anything I have ever experienced.

Lol, reminds me of my favorite son-poo story. How he did this still baffles me to this day:

When my son was a newborn, the ex and I were at the mall in Jacksonville, FL. He's in his new stroller w/ moonroof, new onsie, diaper bags hanging off the side - family mode activated. We hear a strange sound(which we became very familiar with as we got more parental experience), and look at him to see his face red, straining... Ok, time to find a bathroom to change him.

The smell permeated our nostrils like Arnold Schwarzzenegger getting that ball pulled out of his nose in Total Recall - but in reverse. It wasn't something you could so much smell, but taste as the burning made its way to the back of your throat. We heightened our pace toward the bathroom, and people we're passing are making God-awful faces and covering their noses. A little girl cried out, "What died in here? Peee--yooo!". Someone behind us gagged, but we had no time to look or apologize, because when we looked down at our bundle of joy in our haste, we saw.... it.

Babies wear onsies, and our son was no exception. He had a rather strange look on his face - although the deed was finished, the damage was far from done. Peering out from under the neck of the onsie, under my son's ear, was a viscous brown liquid oozing out onto his perfectly white blankets carefully organized in his stroller. The ex and I both exercised fanatically, and were in an all-out sprint for the bathroom. People are darting out of the way, as I'm yelling "Emergency! Make room!".

Once in the bathroom, the true nature of the damage could be assessed. The diaper had blown out somehow, and from head to toe, miles from home, my son looked like a soaking, stinking Snookie who'd been in the tanning bed too long. I'm ashamed to say we didn't even want to touch him. Armed with baby wipes and a sink, we got to work cleaning him up. 30 minutes and many gags later, we were done. The onesie went in the trash. I'm sure the bathroom in that mall still smells to high heaven to this day.

This is how the term "poo poo suit" was coined in my household.

 

[Captain_Morgan]

I don't know how, but I've found that I'm impervious to the grossness associated with diaper blowouts.

In the past two days, my son's managed to pee all over himself and poo on the changing table while my wife was changing him. I was at work, and while laugh to myself about her horror story, I'm glad I wasn't there to have to clean it up.

 

[Scott.Thornton]

Lol, reminds me of my favorite son-poo story. How he did this still baffles me to this day:

When my son was a newborn, the ex and I were at the mall in Jacksonville, FL. He's in his new stroller w/ moonroof, new onsie, diaper bags hanging off the side - family mode activated. We hear a strange sound(which we became very familiar with as we got more parental experience), and look at him to see his face red, straining... Ok, time to find a bathroom to change him.

The smell permeated our nostrils like Arnold Schwarzzenegger getting that ball pulled out of his nose in Total Recall - but in reverse. It wasn't something you could so much smell, but taste as the burning made its way to the back of your throat. We heightened our pace toward the bathroom, and people we're passing are making God-awful faces and covering their noses. A little girl cried out, "What died in here? Peee--yooo!". Someone behind us gagged, but we had no time to look or apologize, because when we looked down at our bundle of joy in our haste, we saw.... it.

Babies wear onsies, and our son was no exception. He had a rather strange look on his face - although the deed was finished, the damage was far from done. Peering out from under the neck of the onsie, under my son's ear, was a viscous brown liquid oozing out onto his perfectly white blankets carefully organized in his stroller. The ex and I both exercised fanatically, and were in an all-out sprint for the bathroom. People are darting out of the way, as I'm yelling "Emergency! Make room!".

Once in the bathroom, the true nature of the damage could be assessed. The diaper had blown out somehow, and from head to toe, miles from home, my son looked like a soaking, stinking Snookie who'd been in the tanning bed too long. I'm ashamed to say we didn't even want to touch him. Armed with baby wipes and a sink, we got to work cleaning him up. 30 minutes and many gags later, we were done. The onesie went in the trash. I'm sure the bathroom in that mall still smells to high heaven to this day.

This is how the term "poo poo suit" was coined in my household.

Wow that is funny as hell, and I hope I don't experience myself.

I don't know how, but I've found that I'm impervious to the grossness associated with diaper blowouts.

In the past two days, my son's managed to pee all over himself and poo on the changing table while my wife was changing him. I was at work, and while laugh to myself about her horror story, I'm glad I wasn't there to have to clean it up.

Yeah my wife had the continuation experience a couple of days ago. It was funny to me since it wasn't me this time.

 

[Cat]

And by nerves I mean mine on dealing with diapers. I can deal with blood, dead bodies, guts, but **** in a diaper will turn my stomach faster than most anything I have ever experienced.

HOW,I mean, how can the little sweet cherubs poop toxic waste up to their neck? I mean they can't walk. Much less boogie while they're creating a hazardous clean up. They don't squirm that much. I don't get poop up to my neck and I've been drunk before. Almost as helpless.

Never understood it but you'll never forget that first OMG sweet baby Jesus diaper.

 

[Cat]

Lol, reminds me of my favorite son-poo story. How he did this still baffles me to this day:

When my son was a newborn, the ex and I were at the mall in Jacksonville, FL. He's in his new stroller w/ moonroof, new onsie, diaper bags hanging off the side - family mode activated. We hear a strange sound(which we became very familiar with as we got more parental experience), and look at him to see his face red, straining... Ok, time to find a bathroom to change him.

The smell permeated our nostrils like Arnold Schwarzzenegger getting that ball pulled out of his nose in Total Recall - but in reverse. It wasn't something you could so much smell, but taste as the burning made its way to the back of your throat. We heightened our pace toward the bathroom, and people we're passing are making God-awful faces and covering their noses. A little girl cried out, "What died in here? Peee--yooo!". Someone behind us gagged, but we had no time to look or apologize, because when we looked down at our bundle of joy in our haste, we saw.... it.

Babies wear onsies, and our son was no exception. He had a rather strange look on his face - although the deed was finished, the damage was far from done. Peering out from under the neck of the onsie, under my son's ear, was a viscous brown liquid oozing out onto his perfectly white blankets carefully organized in his stroller. The ex and I both exercised fanatically, and were in an all-out sprint for the bathroom. People are darting out of the way, as I'm yelling "Emergency! Make room!".

Once in the bathroom, the true nature of the damage could be assessed. The diaper had blown out somehow, and from head to toe, miles from home, my son looked like a soaking, stinking Snookie who'd been in the tanning bed too long. I'm ashamed to say we didn't even want to touch him. Armed with baby wipes and a sink, we got to work cleaning him up. 30 minutes and many gags later, we were done. The onesie went in the trash. I'm sure the bathroom in that mall still smells to high heaven to this day.

This is how the term "poo poo suit" was coined in my household.

As per my previous post, I humbly submit exhibit A. Roflmao.


Had that happen before. Also the crib, sheets, baby, walls, stuffed animals and carpet carnage. :shudder:

 

[Brian22]

As per my previous post, I humbly submit exhibit A. Roflmao.


Had that happen before. Also the crib, sheets, baby, walls, stuffed animals and carpet carnage. :shudder:

And why do they like to wait till you have their diaper off before letting loose a huge toilet snake? Something about seeing that in action while they're draped on this immaculate clean changing area is unsettling to me - I think I'd rather watch my ex give birth again than see that.

 

[Cat]

And why do they like to wait till you have their diaper off before letting loose a huge toilet snake? Something about seeing that in action while they're draped on this immaculate clean changing area is unsettling to me - I think I'd rather watch my ex give birth again than see that.

Shoot. I'd rather that than IN THE BATHTUB!!!

 

[Scott.Thornton]

I'm so glad ya'll have said what ya'll said, it makes me feel better about my experiences.

 

[Cat]

I'm so glad ya'll have said what ya'll said, it makes me feel better about my experiences.

Brutal honesty? Childbirth... The baby comes out covered in white gunk, mucus, amniotic fluid, placenta and a floppy wet naval cord. The nurse always wants to drop this cheese covered wrinkled thing in my lap.

Now I dearly love my children. Poop doesn't bother me much. But newly born with vag-gunk? I take long enough to give a cursory health check. Make sure they were perfect and precious. Boop the nose, say hello but then please, please clean my child. We'll cuddle after.

 

[Brian22]

Shoot. I'd rather that than IN THE BATHTUB!!!

NSFW Eddie Murphy NSFW!

 

[Brian22]

Brutal honesty? Childbirth... The baby comes out covered in white gunk, mucus, amniotic fluid, placenta and a floppy wet naval cord. The nurse always wants to drop this cheese covered wrinkled thing in my lap.

Now I dearly love my children. Poop doesn't bother me much. But newly born with vag-gunk? I take long enough to give a cursory health check. Make sure they were perfect and precious. Boop the nose, say hello but then please, please clean my child. We'll cuddle after.

Having never seen a newborn before my son, I can relate to this^. Hollywood is bullcrap! They look like aliens (coneheads) that just got out of a rotten cottage cheese bath! Don't get me started on the placenta removal.... cannot..... be..... unseen.....

 

[Scott.Thornton]

Brutal honesty? Childbirth... The baby comes out covered in white gunk, mucus, amniotic fluid, placenta and a floppy wet naval cord. The nurse always wants to drop this cheese covered wrinkled thing in my lap.

Now I dearly love my children. Poop doesn't bother me much. But newly born with vag-gunk? I take long enough to give a cursory health check. Make sure they were perfect and precious. Boop the nose, say hello but then please, please clean my child. We'll cuddle after.

The fact that my wife still has some **** in her while pushing, then I watch my favorite place get changed forever while his head comes out attached to a set of foreceps while the doctor pulls his ass out. There you go, a male perspective.

 

[SeventhSon]

The fact that my wife still has some **** in her while pushing, then I watch my favorite place get changed forever while his head comes out attached to a set of foreceps while the doctor pulls his ass out. There you go, a male perspective.

Thank God for C-Sections. Both of ours.

 

[lt1rx798]

+1!

 

[Captain_Morgan]

Having never seen a newborn before my son, I can relate to this^. Hollywood is bullcrap! They look like aliens (coneheads) that just got out of a rotten cottage cheese bath! Don't get me started on the placenta removal.... cannot..... be..... unseen.....

Nailed it. I've said before, experiencing my son's birth was the most gruesomely beautiful thing I've ever experienced in my life.

Hell, I got to tug him out of there.

 

[my-rifle]

On second thought, an extremely late term abortion is sounding more appropriate for you! You are a self centered, self serving egotist. You say your dad HAD to get rid of all his toys because of you? BS, he loved you, that's why he did it. He could have kept all his crap and have your sorry unappreciative ass up for adoption or just locked you in a closet and fed you ramen noodles once a day, but he didn't.
Maybe some day you will actually grow up and understand this.

No he's not. He's just 26. When I was 26 I felt exactly the same way. JWG223, I lived until maybe 35 feeling as you do. The desire to have kids comes from a couple of sources. Some are born with it. They have an overabundance of love and enjoy nothing more than helping others, and the opportunity to nurture a child is irresistible to them. I was not of that bent. Others like me learn it later in life. It comes when you meet someone you truly and thoroughly love. You can't stop it. You can't rationalize your way out of it. You can't escape it.

That's the hook that makes you create children. Once they're born an entirely different set of instincts takes over. That one is more powerful than anything I have ever felt in my life, and it comes into existence the moment your child is born. You want nothing more than to do whatever you can, give whatever you have, and suffer whatever travails are necessary to give that person everything they need to be happy in life.

At least that's the way it's supposed to happen. In some folks it never does, and that's cool too. Damned shame though. Kids are more fun than a barrel of monkeys.

 

[JWG223]

No he's not. He's just 26. When I was 26 I felt exactly the same way. JWG223, I lived until maybe 35 feeling as you do. The desire to have kids comes from a couple of sources. Some are born with it. They have an overabundance of love and enjoy nothing more than helping others, and the opportunity to nurture a child is irresistible to them. I was not of that bent. Others like me learn it later in life. It comes when you meet someone you truly and thoroughly love. You can't stop it. You can't rationalize your way out of it. You can't escape it.

That's the hook that makes you create children. Once they're born an entirely different set of instincts takes over. That one is more powerful than anything I have ever felt in my life, and it comes into existence the moment your child is born. You want nothing more than to do whatever you can, give whatever you have, and suffer whatever travails are necessary to give that person everything they need to be happy in life.

At least that's the way it's supposed to happen. In some folks it never does, and that's cool too. Damned shame though. Kids are more fun than a barrel of monkeys.

I think you might be right about children/the desire for children coming from meeting someone you well and truly love. I don't think that's realistic for me, though. I am a very unique person, and at this point, maybe a little jaded from all of the other girls I well and truly loved earlier in my short life. I don't think a girl exists out there that would go for me for more than just the "friendships" I normally pursue. It would be far too much work for someone who isn't a porn star or Bill Gates.

I am not trying to be self-deprecating, I'm just a level, honest person. I talk to a 47 year-old chic at the gym every day about her relationship situation. She is annoying, and came from a submissive place in a long-term marriage. She thinks men now owe her something, that she should be "in charge", and that some guy is going to buy her expensive jewelry before he sleeps with her. In short, she's pretty hot for 47 as she takes care of herself, but she thinks way too highly of herself and is hoping to meet a guy who is single around her age, looks through all of her flaws, and fits all of her desires, and it's just not very likely. I'm similar to her, except I have different quirks, and I know that it's not likely that I will meet anyone and I'm not nearly as frustrated by it because I understand it for what it is.

Anyway, long-winded, but I think you're right. Having a child is the next step that you are driven to take when you marry and have a happy home. Unfortunately, people marry because they have a kid and it's beaten into them that that's "just what you do", and the marriage falls apart, and...or people don't even care about their kids and we get the society we have today, or people keep having kids because they are too stupid to use contraceptives and then become a welfare and social burden, etc. Few few people have a happy home and then bring a little one into it. I have seen a very disproportionate amount of those kinds of people posting in this thread. To all of you: I'm very happy that you are so lucky, and if you want to argue with that, look around you first.