When the time came for Douglas's Great Escape, off to the hospital we went.

Wife. Check.

Crosswords. Check.

Cellphone. Check.

Mother-in-law. Check. Disappointed the hospital does not have a trade-in scheme.

One thing that I did not learn in the movies is how long it can take for the actual baby-comes-out part to come around, and for someone with the attention span of a goldfish this was not a good combination. Lucky I am not some one who expresses their impatience verbally and through subtle body language. Oh wait. Sorry sweetie.

Finally we get to the crowning moment, literally, and the doctor said, “Alright, are we ready to push out a baby?”. I have never seen a room go so quiet, and such really evil looks as the moment I responded with “Do we have to?”

Mental note. Not smart.

Anyway.

And then one of the best moments of my entire life, my beautiful boy is born. A moment that I still can't resist smiling about. I moment that I would never want to resist smiling about.

They tell you that life changes in a split moment. I'm telling you that my life changed beyond belief in that split moment (and two more since), even though there are times that I would gladly shove the little bugger back in ... not often.
It's the little things that excite me. The hugs and cuddles (even with my much-less-swelled wife),  the things that are learning in life, the questions they ask, the instruction they refuse to follow, the falls and the picking themselves back up again.
Becoming a father is the best.