Well, I'm trying to soak it all in as I know the time is going to fly by.
My wife's exhausted getting up every two or three hours to feed her. I'll be giving her (the baby, not my wife

) a late night bottle to help out. Who knows how she'll be a week or a month from now bu you look at that sweet little face and, as Shmokes said, it's all worth it.
None of that stuff ever bothered me. It's just not important in the grand scheme of things and you'll barely remember it after it is over.
I think this is true as my step son (now six) had colic and tortured my wife for months. She's pretty tough and it sure didn't seem to put her off having another, lucky for me.

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We barely made it to the hospital Saturday night. Had we finished watching that second episode of LOST on Tivo (as my wife suggested), we would have had Chloe on the tile in the living room!
The baby came so fast that there wasn't even time for the expected epidural so my wife, completely terrified, did it au natural. Two pushes and out she came. I've never heard Tiffany make a sound like she did then, and I don't think I will again.
Ah, well... It's good to be home.