I'm about to meet my son. I feel (oddly? normally?) Numb. Not sure if it's shock, denial (jk) or the fact I haven't slept for 36 hours.
His mom has been in labor for 13 hours and the Doc has talked to us and she's not progressing and enough is enough. Time for the Roman Entry, as it were.
I get to hold him first, while she gets her stiches. This isn't what I expected, but I guess I didn't know what to expect really, just TV show montages playing in my head.
...to be continued...