Meet Bram

Little Bram was born this morning at 10:18am, and I'm now a father. Achievement unlocked, I guess. Abraham Charles Liptak is 7 lbs, 3 oz, 20 inches long and 100 % cute. He has features from Megan and myself, and so far, he's been fairly quiet: some fussing, a little crying, but mostly, sleeping and holding onto my fingers. He's one of the newest members of the human race, along with three others born last night and this morning here.

He's a wonder to behold, and I've seen that said more than once when it comes to describing one's newborn offspring, and as clichéd as it sounds, I've spent more time just staring and marveling at how utterly beautiful he is. For the last 9 months, I've realized in a conceptual sense that this is a life-changing event in my life, and it wasn't until I first saw him that the full impact of that meant really hit home, in a wave of emotion that left me breathless.

It was a long night: almost 24 hours in all, from beginning to end, and I'm happy that that's over. Megan did an insane job these last nine months, and she's gone through something utterly terrifying to me, and what she's gone through is nothing short of incredible. I'm sitting here, in the hospital room as the two sleep, and I can't think of anything else in the world that I love more.

He's barely 12 hours old, and I already can't wait to introduce him to the world. I'm excited at the possibilities that the future holds. It's going to be an adventure, I think.