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# Posted: 27 Apr 2008 22:29:59 · Edited by: denied
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When my wife had her first baby, I took her to the hospital, carried her bags and helped her check in while busily calling Dennis, her lover for the last two years. I also called her Mom, two sisters and my Mom, who then invited the rest of the female family members and several of my wife's girl friends for the joyous event and start of our family. In my wife's family, it was pretty traditional for all of the women (sisters and aunts and cousins) and the closest female friends to come to the hospital, wait on pins and needles for the delivery and then add to the celebration. Yes, I was very nervous, it seemed much more so than my lovely wife, Suzanne.
In the delivery room, along with one of the two nurses, I started to help my wife undress, but a firm look from her and her statement “Bobbie, remember what Dennis said. He was very specific! You know your place today at this hospital and you are not to see me undressed!” sharply reminded me that Dennis had specified that he be the only male to see my wife naked at the hospital – he specifically did not want me to have any husbandly rights for this most special hospital visit. I humbly turned away and, I guess from my conditioning at home following my punishments, went and stood right in the corner, facing the corner as the nurses helped Suzanne undress and put on the hospital robe. My wife’s sharp rebuke silenced the previously chatty conversation with the nurses for a moment.
Suzanne spoke up, as she was finishing changing, saying, “I know you may find this a bit unusual, buy my lover Dennis has certain strong, possessive feelings about me and he is particularly strong-minded about his role and my hubby’s role for my deliver of Dennis’s and my baby. But don’t be concerned about my hubby, he understands and knows his place.” The elder nurse, in a lower voice that I could still hear, and edged with a tone of sarcasm asked my wife, “Now that you are changed, do you wish to let your husband out of his ‘place’ in the corner?”
“Bobbie, you may help straighten things up now. Please put the champagne that Dennis gave to you to bring for he and I to share in the little fridge and make sure all of my things are carefully put away.” Suzanne requested in a nicer tone than a moment ago, but still obviously domineering. I knew her growing discomfort, as well as her impatience for Dennis to arrive and the delivery to proceed must be grating on her. The two nurses looked at me questioningly and very pathetically as I scurried around the room, trying to get everything ready for her very special day.
Just few moments later, Colleen Ryan, Suzanne’s Doctor, arrived. She talked to my wife and told her to be calm and then turned to me and asked if I was Ok and would be staying for the whole delivery. My wife, though in some preliminary discomfort, I don’t think very much yet, spoke up instantly and firmly directed, "Colleen, no need to be concerned with my husband, Bobbie, for the delivery. Bobbie will not be here for my delivery - as soon as Dennis arrives – I’m sure you remember Dennis from our visits to your office, Dennis is my lover and, of course, the father. Bobbie will go out to the waiting room with my Mom, his Mom, our Sisters and my girl friends and wait there with them. Dennis and I have discussed this and Dennis wishes to be alone – the only man, present with me for the delivery. Of course, I agree with him – he is my lover and it is certainly his right to be the only male here with me to help me have his baby and to witness, to be a part, of my delivery. Dennis doesn’t believe Bobbie should see or be allowed to have any part of my delivery as a husband would, as Dennis really has assumed that role for my bearing his baby. Dennis wants Bobbie to have no more of a role today than a nanny would and I agree with Dennis’ orders. Bobbie, my husband, will just wait with everyone else-all of the other women, in the waiting room. After all, this is a most very special day for Dennis and me, and, while also special for my husband Bobbie, with his very limited, well, actually non-existent, role so far, in my having my first baby, Dennis wants today to reinforce his Male and Father role and Bobbie’s very secondary, nanny role. And Dennis really wants to make sure it stays just that way today and that Bobbie and everyone here today understands Dennis’s role and Bobbies much lesser, nanny-like role. Dennis insists on starting things out like this. I hope that is OK with you. Dennis wants it that way and I agree and want it that way too."
"Of course, I definitely understand. You and Dennis can certainly be together for your delivery and I have no problem at all with making sure your wish for Bobbie to wait outside is honored. I understand completely. This is your day and your and Dennis wishes will be fully honored. And, while I am sure everything will be just fine, but to confirm Bobbie’s role, if any medical decisions do come up, in which the father and husband would normally be consulted, especially if you are not able to make the choice, I assume you also want Dennis to fulfill that role and you want Bobbie to not be consulted, to basically be ignored, just as if he was no more than a nanny? You need to confirm that with me and the nurses here as witnesses, just in case. And though its not absolutely necessary, its probably best for Bobbie to also verbally accept his especially limited role. That way there is no question at all about Bobbies status – his real status as your nanny, not the father and, for all practical purposes, not really your husband in any traditional sense." Colleen replied, trying to hide a smirk as she knew all about our marriage and my cuck role. She had met Dennis several times and had warmly congratulated him months ago on his impregnating my lovely wife. She clearly enjoyed supporting my wife’s superior role and my submissive one.
“Yes, absolutely. I hadn’t thought of that, but yes, Dennis and I absolutely want Bobbie’s role today to be no more than what a nanny would have. Dennis insists Bobbie have no husbandly or fatherly rights concerning my delivery. I am happy to say that Dennis should totally fulfill that role today, just as he does with all male sexual roles with me. If any problems come up, I am sure Dennis would want to have a say and would not want to be bothered with Bobbie even being informed, much less consulted or having any kind of say, for God’s sake. In fact, I want it clear that Bobbie should not even be informed or consulted, but should just be in the waiting room, waiting. Is that clear? He can learn whatever he needs to know from my Mom.” My wife stated, talking to Dr. Ryan and the nurses and ignoring me.
“Yes, Suzanne, that is perfectly clear and we all understand Bobbie’s role here today will be, well, basically as if he was not your husband but instead a hired nanny. Bobbie, you understand and accept your wife’s wishes? As soon as Dennis arrives or sooner if your wife wishes, you are to immediately leave this delivery room and you will not be here or have any part whatsoever in your wife’s delivery of her and Dennis’s baby. Further, Bobbie, you will be ignored should any medical situations arise and Dennis will assume all husband and fatherly prerogatives. And, Suzanne, once you have your baby, I assume you and Dennis will want a few private moments without Bobbie here, so would you like it if, say, I wait until everything has calmed down and then ask Dennis when Bobbie is to be permitted to come and re-join you both again and see your new baby? I think that is best. After all, Dennis may wish to spend quite a bit of time with you and your new baby without your nanny, Bobbie present. I assume that would be fine with you and we will just have Bobbie wait. Just like a nanny would.” Colleen asked, after repeating my wife’s instructions to me. She was obviously in charge of the delivery room and enjoying her control over a wimp like me. Colleen shared a conspiratorial smirk with my wife and the nurses as she was pleased with her suggestion of my ever decreasing role.
“Colleen, that would be perfect. Let Dennis make that decision – he is so good at being decisive. Dennis feels very strongly about being the only male here – as my wonderful lover and the Father, he certainly deserves to get his wish today. And, of course, I want Dennis to be so very pleased today – this is our special day – we have been waiting for 9 months! So, Bobbie, tell Doctor Colleen you will be a very obedient husband-nanny in training today-a good boy, just like you always are.” Suzanne added, rather condescendingly, smirking as she lay back.
“Yes, Dr. Colleen. Of course I will leave as soon as Dennis arrives. I know my place and I know Dennis, ur, Mr. Jackson, has the premier male role today and I do not have a male or fatherly role today at all. I am just here to help out as best I can today, just like a nanny would. Mr. Jackson told me I am not to see my wife undressed at all today, even her breast feeding her new baby, and am not to witness any of her delivery of his baby, as he wishes to be the sole male to share those experiences with my wife, Suzanne. I will wait in the waiting room with the other female family members and female friends, where he wants me to be, until I hear from you that Mr. Jackson has given permission for me to come back into the Delivery room to witness my wife’s and his joy with their new baby. And I agree that I should not be consulted and or even informed of any medical situations or decisions per my wife’s direction. Further, if you like, when I am in the waiting room later, I will formally hand write that up and give it to Suzanne’s Mother so that there is no question that I am surrendering all of those decisions to Mr. Jackson. I hope that is OK. And thank you for being so thoughtful.” I humbly answered, pathetically enjoying my humility.
The two nurses looked on to my wife and me and both had been acting more than a bit shocked as well as bemused from what they had heard. Increasingly, they were intrigued and amused at our dom-sub performance. I did so enjoy the humiliation and I could tell the dominance was helping my wife think about something other than her nervousness and anxiety about her upcoming deliver. The younger nurse gave me the most pathetic little smirk possible.
Though Suzanne and I had discussed, at length and repeatedly, my role today, it was still unnerving and so sub to realize my total third wheel status on this most special day - it really confirmed what I would be looking forward to for the rest of my life.
Dr. Colleen spoke up, “That is very good Bobbie. I am so pleased that you understand and accept your role here and I look forward to a very safe and quiet delivery. Now, Bobbie, you should know that, from my experience, it is customary for the mother and father, after their baby is born, to want to spend some very special, private time - some intimate, loving and romantic moments together to celebrate their special love for each other and their new baby and the most wonderful bond created by their baby – the living embodiment of their loving sexual relationship. And they usually enjoy these special moments together – before inviting anyone else into the delivery room. I expect that will happen with your wife and Dennis. After they have enjoyed together this special occasion, your wife may invite her Mom and Sisters into the delivery room, to share in the special moments awhile after her delivery. Usually the less direct relatives and girlfriends and especially the future nanny are expected to wait until the new mother has had some intimate time to share with the Father and her Mother and Sisters, as well as to relax and compose herself. In fact, sometimes the new mother also decides to rest awhile before letting anyone but her Mother and Sisters into the delivery room. It is totally normal and you should not feel particularly excluded if Dennis and Suzanne decide to spend more loving, intimate time with their new baby and her Mother and Sisters and even your Mother and Sisters and those others especially close to them before inviting all of the friends and less important family members, like you, into the delivery room. If Suzanne and Dennis wish, your Mother and Sisters may be invited in before you, as I expect you will wait longer. So, Bobbie, depending on the delivery and the feelings of Dennis and your wife, I would not be surprised, especially given your limited status here, if they have you wait for an added hour or two after the more important family members are invited to see the new baby and celebrate with your wife and her lover. I expect Dennis will wish you to have the same priority for visiting after the delivery as, like your wife said, hired help being the nanny, so you must be prepared to patiently spend that additional time in the waiting room. Further, as Dennis does not wish you to see your wife delivering his baby or to see her undressed at all, as a reasonably authoritative male he may elect to have you wait until your wife has had a chance to change into her night gown. That may not occur for two or more hours after the delivery. So, Bobbie, you just be patient. I will send a nurse to tell you when you are allowed in here with the approval of Dennis and Suzanne. You will almost certainly wait longer than the more important female relatives, who will be permitted a greater role than you. You may get impatient – that is normal, but you will just have to wait until Dennis and your wife believe it is appropriate for you to see her and their baby – personally, I expect that you will be waiting for quite awhile, so, do not get overly impatient. Do you understand, Bobbie?” The Dr. asked, quite firmly and obviously relishing her role of putting me very much into my place.
“Yes, Dr. Ryan, I understand and I know that my role today and as the husband in my marriage is secondary to my wife’s preferred lover and to whatever men she invites to fulfill my husbandly role. I will quietly and patiently wait for when I will be permitted to see my wife’s first baby. Thank you for advising me, in advance, of the added time I will get to wait. I will do my best to be very patient. I do not want to interfere, at all, with the special pleasure and feelings that Dennis, ur, Mr. Jackson will have with my wife Suzanne on their most special day.” I humbly answered. All four women were smirking at my sub recital. They all knew I knew my place.
To further reflect my sub status, I then asked the senior nurse if I could use the phone in the room to call Dennis's office to confirm he had left and was on his way to keep my wife company. The nurse smiled so condescendingly at me as she told me to dial 9 first. With my wife, Dr. Colleen and the two nurses listening, I called Dennis and Suzanne’s office, and speaking to his secretary (who knew quite well of his affair with my wife and his status as Father), told her I was calling from my wife's delivery room at Mercy hospital, that my wife Suzanne directed me to call, as she was waiting for Mr. Jackson and asked her when Mr. Jackson left so we would know when he would be arriving to keep my wife company on this very special day for the two of them. As his secretary giggled at my subbie recital, she then said Dennis should be there any minute as he had left right after my call about Suzanne heading for the hospital.
I recited what his secretary was saying so that all four women in the room would hear, adding, for the amusement of all, that I knew my wife was looking forward to seeing her lover Dennis so he could be with her as the man of the day and help her through the birth of his baby. She played right into my role by asking me if I would also be in the delivery room and I happily answered that, no, Dennis and Suzanne had decided that my place was in the waiting room with the other female family members and that I would leave the delivery room as soon as Dennis arrived. She responded by remarking that she knew Dennis was so very much looking forward to being with my wife during the delivery and she was sure he knew best about where I belonged. Only I could easily hear her giggles as I relayed her remarks to my wife and the smirking nurses. I thanked his secretary and promised to call her so she would know when the baby was born. All four women in the room were broadly grinning at my very sub recital.
I went and sat next to my wife, marveling at her beauty as she prepared to have her baby. She looked simply radiant and so filled with child. I passively listened as my wife lay back and chatted with the nurse. The elder nurse asked my wife if we had decided on a name and my wife smiled up, answering, "Oh yes, Dennis and I decided to do the obvious and name my baby after him. So, our baby girl will be named Denise. Dennis wanted me to name my baby after him and - he is such a great lover, as that’s what he wants, I agree totally. There really wasn’t much thought about it – Dennis really wants this first baby that I have with him to carry his first name. And if Dennis and I decide to make another baby, if it’s a boy we may name him Dennis, so he will be doubly honored. Even hubbie agrees, don't you Bobbie?"
I was surprised at her outspoken dom feelings at this moment but sheepishly agreed, replying, "Yes, certainly. He’s the man who helped my wife here today and it is his right to have his offspring carry his name. After all, he is starting our family. I know my place. As the cuckold husband, I really have no role in this – except, per my wife’s direction, I will be the caregiver and nanny.”
"You certainly are an understanding man." The elder nurse answered, a broad smirk across her face, having a hard time not laughing.
“Isn’t he? I have been working with Bobbie since we started courting three years ago to help him be the perfect, well behaved, obedient husband. Though you may not think so today, I really am so proud of him. After a few failed relationships I decided the kind of loving, devoted and faithful spouse I would trust to help me raise a family and take care of the house was probably not the rough and tumble bad boy type that I love to play with. And with my legal career, well, worrying about a difficult spouse is just not acceptable. When I met Bobbie, the opportunity was too good to pass up. He is an adoring and committed partner and I’m sure he will be a wonderful nanny. And now with the baby, he will be the perfect house-husband. He quit his job last week in anticipation of his new, much more important role as my nanny. Sadly, he is just not a passable bed partner. But again, if he was, then he probably wouldn’t be such an obedient and understanding hubby. But he knows that, don’t you dear? You accept your shortcomings, don’t you my dear little hubby?” Suzanne asked, smiling at me, patting my head as one would a child as she showed still very mild discomfort. Obviously, being assertive dom was taking her mind off the growing discomfort.
“Yes, I am happy with my role in our marriage and Suzanne has fully confirmed to me how other men are better lovers and meant to provide male company, and while I love helping Suzanne and supporting her career and helping with the house and cooking, I can’t wait to take care of Dennis and Suzanne’s baby. It is wonderful that she is having Dennis’ baby – he is much the better choice to fulfill that role than me – I’m so glad Dennis and Suzanne relieved me of that responsibility. I am happy to be a house-hubby and to be able to quit my boring job.” I answered, tearing just a little from my subbie recital.
“That was very nice Bobbie. I am pleased you will now be the perfect house-husband too, and it did feel reassuring to have you quit your job in anticipation of your new, so much more important role as my babies’ nanny. You know Dennis and I are delighted to give you this most special opportunity. Why don’t you tell the nurses and Colleen what you gave to me
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“That was very nice Bobbie. I am pleased you will now be the perfect house-husband too, and it did feel reassuring to have you quit your job in anticipation of your new, so much more important role as my babies’ nanny. You know Dennis and I are delighted to give you this most special opportunity. Why don’t you tell the nurses and Colleen what you gave to me before we wed to signify your role in our marriage and how you showed that you wanted another man to have the male, father role with me and the babies I will have in our marriage.” Suzanne prompted.
“Well, as a part of our marital agreement, I gave Suzanne full permission to change my last name from Holmes to her name so that her babies will have her last name and carry on her family line. Plus, Suzanne never liked those silly hyphenated names, so a complete name change for me made it all more simple and better for her. And, since I was the only male of my family line, Suzanne was especially pleased with the symbolism that my name change also terminated my family line forever and permanently in favor of hers. She is proud she had me discard my name in favor of hers and I am delighted that she graciously shared her name with me. So obviously, all of the babies from our marriage will have Suzanne’s last name of Donaldson and my previous last name is gone and Suzanne terminated my family line forever.” I recited, having told this speech several times before to her girlfriends and previous lovers.
“And secondly, to show my devotion to Suzanne for agreeing to wed me even though I am so inept at sexual intercourse, and to reinforce her in-charge role for our marriage and make certain that I could never ever stupidly try to change my mind and ask to father any babies, Suzanne arranged for me to have an irreversible vasectomy before we wed, so I would be giving her no choice but to be impregnated by other, more virile men, of her choosing. By submitting to being sterilized, I surrendered any ability to ever father any babies – and that commitment was very important to Suzanne. Of course, I was pleased to be sterilized for her. I was delighted to give up my family line, ability to carry on my family and to give all that to Suzanne to show my love and obedience and desire to please. Suzanne helped me show my love and devotion as best I could, especially as I really cannot perform like a real man should. Her solution of the name change and having me sterilized was perfect for me. She really is a wonderful woman to understand my inadequacies and to have so thoroughly relived me of the responsibilities that are just too much for me.” I added, feeling so sub as I looked in the faces of the four smirking women. They were obviously enjoying my pathetic recital. The women looked at me as if I was a little boy, not a man.
“That was a nice recital Bobbie, but you should tell our company why I choose to have you give me those very special gifts. Don’t you think they’d like to know about your little problems and your special needs?” Suzanne prompted, smiling broadly and quite pleased at her dominance of me.
“Yes, dear, of course. Well, I’ve always been very shy and uncertain around women and I’m also very embarrassed that I have a tiny little penis, barely four inches long and not as thick as my thumb, and I’m also a premature ejaculator – I can come within thirty seconds when I masturbate. I know I am very poor at sexual intercourse – I have only done it eight times and each time has been embarrassing and wasted my partners time. Suzanne decided, for my peace of mind and to help me learn to be a more loving and obedient spouse, that she will never let me do intercourse again, as I just humiliate myself and waste my partners time and, of course, she is so right. With Suzanne, I can still be a part of a family and avoid the embarrassment of being such an inadequate sex partner. She is such a wonderful wife to give me this special opportunity. Without her I doubt I would ever get to raise any babies.” I replied.
“Bobbie, that was very good. You know I always enjoy hearing your little recitals on how you want to please me and be a compliant, chaste hubby. Now, finish straightening up the room as Dennis should be here soon. Be a good boy.”
I did as I was told, making sure everything was perfect as the older nurse remarked, “Well, he certainly has been well trained. This is incredible – you never let him have intercourse?”
“Oh no! Never. As Bobbie said, he prefers to be relegated to masturbation as he just cannot perform as a man should, with his size deficiency and premature ejaculation. I permit him to enjoy himself like an immature boy, a young teen, would. He is very loving and caring, but also wishes to be submissive – a perfect house-hubby and nanny for a successful career woman. I do not ever plan to let him again enjoy sexual intercourse – he just humiliates himself and wastes my time. Plus, now that he is used to and settled in with just enjoying sex via supervised masturbation, well, letting him try to act like an adult and have real intercourse would just upset and confuse him. I know he is best off with being limited to masturbation. Isn’t that true Bobbie. Tell the nurses and Dr. Colleen how you enjoy pleasing yourself.” Suzanne replied, very pleased with her speech.
“I am so pleased that Suzanne limits my sexual pleasure to me playing with my little penis. This way I always know what to expect and how to please myself and do not have to be worried about embarrassing performance, being a preemie and coming too quickly and being too little and just being a waste of a woman’s valuable time. I have had intercourse eight times and each time has been an embarrassment. I am delighted Suzanne finds the time to permit me to masturbate with her supervision. I really am relieved to know I will never be expected to perform intercourse like a man and instead can just happily take my little penis in hand and play with it and never worry about performing like a grown-up, real man should, being responsible to please the woman and all.” I answered, reveling in my humiliation in front of the three smiling women.
“Eight times, that is remarkable. Did he mean eight different women, or eight actual events?” Dr. Colleen asked Suzanne, ignoring me, showing both surprise and a very broad smirk.
“Bobbie, tell Dr. Colleen about your vast experience at being a disappointing sex partner.” Suzanne crowed, obviously enjoying having her mind on something else.
“Dr. Colleen, I have had intercourse just eight times, four times with my first girlfriend when I was eighteen, another three times with my second girlfriend in college and once with Suzanne, on our sixth date. But after that, Suzanne taught me how I am better off just taking myself in hand, and, of course, she is right. I have not had intercourse again, and now it’s nearly four years. I am very happy masturbating myself. I know I am not meant to be permitted to have intercourse and I am better off being a limited to masturbation.” I answered, totally subbed out, and sheepishly smiling at the broadly smirking nurses and doctors.
Suddenly Denis strode into the delivery room, obviously concerned and anxious about my wife's situation but, as always, sure of himself with a very dominant swagger. I had been sitting next to my wife and he literally pushed me and my chair aside as he took the position right next to her and immediately kissed her, first on the forehead and then the mouth. His kiss on her mouth was a long and loving kiss as his right hand went to her round belly as he lovingly and possessively stroked her massive belly. My wife responded by lovingly reaching up to him and hugging him, passionately returning his long kiss.
When their kisses ended, Dennis turned to me and ordered, "Bobbie, thank you for bringing Suzanne here and for calling me so promptly. You have done your role well. I saw you also did your task of alerting her Mom and your Mom to the birth. I just saw Suzanne's Mom and sisters, several other women gathered in the waiting room. I expect your mother is out there too. I will take over here - go out to the waiting room now and wait with the women as we discussed – that is your place. I will take care of the mother of my child - you do not belong here, as you know."
“Yes Sir.” I responded, and then slowly added, “Sir, we discussed this with Dr. Colleen and she will ask you, after the birth, when I am to be allowed to come see my wife and you and your new baby. I will stay in the waiting room until I have your permission to return. Is that acceptable to you? May I wait in the waiting room?”
“Excellent, Bobbie. Go wait in the waiting room with the other women. I will decide when you may come visit us after Suzanne delivers my baby. I will be responsible to take very good care of your wife as she delivers the baby I put in her.” He answered, smirking at me as he sat on the bed with my wife, holding her and lovingly stroking her massive belly as she hugged him tightly.
I looked to my wife and she smiled and took my hand and squeezed it, saying "I will be fine honey, but you know that its right for only Dennis to be here now - this is his and my special time, not yours. You have no role here and both Dennis and I think my delivery is such a special personal and private event for the two of us that you really have no place in helping me deliver his baby and you do not deserve to see me or help me give birth to his baby – this is his role, not yours. Dennis is the father – you will be the care-giver but never a father. This will be a special time for Dennis and me to share. Now go wait with my Mom and the other girls, like a good nanny-hubby."
"Yes Dear." I answered, tearing a little as I turned to leave the delivery room, looking back to see Dennis sitting right next to my lovely wife, holding her, comforting her, kissing her. The two nurses were both glancing from Dennis to me, and when they looked at me, their pathetic smirks were so very transparent as to what little they thought of me. Dr. Colleen remarked, “And Bobbie, do be a patient nanny – I expect you will have a very long stay in the waiting room. Remember, patience is a most attractive trait for someone in your position.”
When I walked out to be with my Mom and Mom in law and the sisters, they all smirked at me and asked if my wife and Dennis were ready for the blessed event. I told them my wife was delighted with Mr. Jackson’s arrival and that she was doing fine. All of the women knew of my status, so the smirks and giggles at my remarks were universal.
I asked a nurse for a sheet of paper and wrote out my written consent that Dennis assume the husbandly role in case of any medical decisions and specifically noted that I was to not be informed of any medical concerns except what my Mother in Law saw fit to tell me. I gave her my little signed statement and she read it, corrected a misspelling and thanked me for it after I re-wrote if correctly.
I tried to join into the conversation of the women as we waited, and they did give me lots of advice on baby care. They also enjoyed kidding me about my non-existent role in helping my wife have her first baby.
In less than two hours, my wife gave birth to our first daughter, Denise. I was not invited into the delivery room for about three hours after the birth. Fortunately, I had remembered to bring some books on proper nanny care for babies, so I was able to keep busy.
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