From the very beginning, with a positive pregnancy test in Wal-Mart's, he has been there, supportive, and proud. He's followed the ultrasounds from the start, when we literally had a "dot", and how proud of his "dot" he was! He only missed one dr. appt. I can think of, and that wasn't by his choice.

He worried thru the pregnancy, sometimes to the point of my wishing to dismember him! And from the minute I rudely woke him up at 5am demanding he find me some clothes to put on, and realized, I was quite serious that we HAD to go to the hospital (given credit, if he'd had it his way, I'd have seen the hospital on a reguar basis-he's a real worrywort), he was right there, the whole way, every minute.

He was giving, supportive, and loving, even while I tried to mangle various body parts during contractions. He was there with me for the parts I considered worst, trying to get an IV line in my crappy veins, and the thing I considered worst of all, the catheter.

When I came to in recovery, shortly after I demanded, he was there (and God only knows how stoned and out of it I was!).

He stayed literally by me, and with me the whole time we were at the hospital. If I wanted to go downstairs, he propelled the wheelchair, anytime, for any reason I chose. He'd put me up, and go get the baby.

I know that roughly the first 24 hours I was so doped up it wasn't even funny, and he changed diapers, fed the baby, and totally did everything.

I could not have asked for a better man, or daddy for this experience. HE is truly the one who was the glue, and made everything go together right. It was a beautiful time, and experience for me, for us, and I will always remember how wonderful it was, due to Jason.

That said, here's the pictures of the Daddy and Baby.