I Became a Dad… and Nobody Clapped
- t4tots editorial
- Jul 17
- 2 min read
Updated: Aug 8
By Someone’s Sleep-Deprived Husband, Probably Holding a Swaddle Right Now
So here’s how it went down:I became a dad. The room was full of nurses, doctors, beeping machines, and one very heroic woman pushing a watermelon through a keyhole.
And when the baby arrived? There was no slow clap. No trophy. No one turned to me and said,
“Sir, well done — you’ve just become a father. You may sit on a velvet throne now.”
Nope.
Instead, I stood there holding a blue hospital gown pocket full of vending machine receipts, wondering if I should cry, pass out, or ask when I was allowed to eat.
The Dad Entrance Is... Quiet
Don’t get me wrong. Watching your baby be born is the most surreal, heart-exploding, tear-triggering thing ever.
But I think most dads walk into parenthood the same way we walk into a packed mama support group meeting by accident: quietly, awkwardly, unsure where to sit.
The world doesn’t really pause for you when you become a dad. People ask about the baby. They ask how mum is doing. They never ask if your back hurts from sleeping upright on a hospital chair that clearly predates the iPhone.
Suddenly You're Everything & Nothing
In the first week of fatherhood, I was:
The diaper guy
The swaddle guy
The door answerer
The bottle washer
The “where did you put the wipes” investigator
The “go get food” runner
The emotional support human who also can’t cry because “you didn’t just push out a baby”
The person who wanted to help, but didn’t know how, and Googled “how not to be useless with a newborn” at 3:14am
I didn’t need a medal, but maybe just a "Hey, you’re doing okay too" would’ve felt nice.
Dads Have Feelings Too (Shocking, I Know)
There’s this weird unspoken rule that dads just… cope.
Like we’re emotionally immune or some kind of postpartum bodyguard who doesn’t bleed or break down.
But the truth? We’re adjusting too. To the weight of new responsibility. To the fear that we might mess it all up. To the sight of someone we love hurting, and not being able to fix it. To loving a tiny human so much it makes our bones feel wobbly.
So, Here’s the Clap You Didn’t Get
To the new dads who held it together when everything felt overwhelming —To the dads learning to hold babies and space at the same time —To the ones who made awkward small talk with in-laws while silently panicking about sterilising bottles —
👏👏👏 THIS IS YOUR CLAP. 👏👏👏
And To Any Dad Reading This...
Here’s your toolkit:
Ask for help. It doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.
Talk to other dads. They get it. Even if they’re pretending not to.
Don’t wait to be invited. Be part of the messy middle — baby cries and all.
Hold your baby often. They don’t care if your swaddle sucks. They just want you.
And hey — be proud of yourself. Even if no one clapped when you became a dad,
You showed up. And that’s louder than applause.
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