What did you do last week?

I had a kid.

Well, actually, my wife had our kid. Our son was born last Wednesday – a big boy at 9lb 8oz, 21.5 in.

One of the best things about this time around was getting to watch how our daughter handled the process. She had a (nearly) normal day, going to daycare a little early so we could get to the hospital in time.

They had us scheduled, but didn’t have a room ready for us, so there was plenty of waiting (there always seems to be).

My wife is a coffee addict. She had already sacrificed during pregnancy by switching to decaf. The final 24 hours with no food/drink was almost too much. Her incredible nurse tried to help:

I have sat outside these doors once already. That experience was riddled with anxiety. This time, nothing but anticipation.

It was a dreary week; my favorite. It reminds me of my childhood in northeast Ohio.

And everything changed for my firstborn at the end of this hall. It’s so amazing to watch your kids go through all of these emotions.

She’s been a champ throughout this whole thing.

And so has my wife, who is now free to drink her favorite blend.