When Bekki told me her water broke, I honestly didn't believe her. It took the doctor on the labor and delivery floor saying, "Alright, let's get this baby out of you", for me to fully buy in to what was happening. It's not because I think my wife's a liar, which she is, but more about it being a month too early for her to give birth. Let's be truthful, I was desperately craving a month more of crazy pregnancy hormones. It's amazing how I can be a sweet husband and a prick at the same time.
Six and half hours later, our first child was born. Lukas came out with my hair and her eyes and the biggest baby feet that anyone had ever seen. He cooed repeatedly for the entire first day, but by day two had definitely discovered his lungs. Breast feeding was slow in the beginning, which I can't understand because her boobs look awesome. I hope Lukas isn't a homosexual. He does tend to act like a diva when he doesn't get what he wants.
Except for the first doctor who tried to give Bekki Pitocin in order to rush labor, everyone at the hospital was great. It's not his fault, though, I'm sure he desperately wanted to see his son in the dress rehearsal of A Streetcar Named Desire (he played Stella). Labor was six and a half hours, I'm not sure how much faster it could've gone, especially for Bekki's first delivery. The second doctor had splendid bedside manner and the tag team nurse duo was phenomenal. We still need to send them thank you cards.
Bekki's gotten alot more sleep since leaving the hospital. The baby was fine. It was those damn nurses with their incessant blood pressure readings and questions that kept her up all night. Who comes into a darkened room at 2:30 in the morning to ask about hospital paperwork? It all seemed a bit overwhelming, but the end result is that we have a healthy, happy, beautiful baby boy. I couldn't ask for anything more.