When I got married in 1989, at 23, I was "meh" about kids. We had our first in 91, second in 92 and third in 96. All were large: 11.5, 10.5 and 10 lbs, and due to my wife having a small pelvic opening, all were c sections. After the third the doc recommended my wife get her tubes tied. She did.
It was tough for a few years as I was working retail and my wife was working medical office jobs. In 97 it turned around after I was fired from my retail job and decided to do what I wanted. What I wanted was to work full-time in fire/ems so I did. Due to the schedule I was able to spend a lot of time with my kids ( I only worked 10 24 hour shifts a month with some OT), and I really got to know them. I am sorry to say that until I went into fire/ems and spent that time with them I really was just a father. After the change in jobs I became a Father.
Now I would not trade the time I spend/spent with them for anything. They are now 26, 24 and 21. My son is in AZ, older daughter at home and youngest going to college in South Carolina.
In May my wife decided I was not a good husband and filed for divorce. She has decided that me and the kids are impediments to her happiness and has checked out. If it were not for my daughters, and our relationship, I would be a mess. They have been a solid foundation for me now and I appreciate them even more. For the son, he is out of state but has been taking the time to call both of us to keep in touch. His reaction to the news made me proud of him as an adult.
I went from one who could take or leave kids to one who cannot fathom not having kids.