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Sitting in the hospital with my baby boy in my arms, i've never felt happier

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Sitting in the hospital with my baby boy in my arms, i've never felt happier.

That's right, I had a son!

Emiliano is sitting next to me, letting the baby hold his finger with his little hand.

I look at Emiliano, "We made that."

"Yeah we did." He kisses me.

We named our baby, Isaac Dylan Romano.

We named him after my best friend.

It was Emiliano's idea. He knows how much Isaac means to me.

I hand Isaac to Emiliano.

Emiliano gently but securely holds him. "Hi Isaac. My little man. You are so handsome."

A tear falls from Emiliano's face then on to Isaac's.

Emiliano wipes the baby's face while I wipe his.

He's cried so many times during this pregnancy. Wether it was the first time he felt the baby kick or when we found out he was a boy. I'm so happy he's not one of those heartless guys that don't show emotion even when they are bringing a baby into this world.

I put my arm around Emiliano, "I love you so much."

"I love you." He kisses my head, "But I get a feeling this little man is going to steal you away from me."

I laugh, "No he won't. Well maybe a little. But you are going to be there every step of the way so you won't be left out you big baby."

He smiles, "I know. If you ever feel like I am not there enough for you, you better tell me. But I already know I won't let you feel that way."

I lay my head on his shoulder, "I know. You are the best husband. And you are going to be the best daddy,"

He pulls me closer to him and I wince.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes. "Are you okay?"

I nod, "Yeah. Just sore."

I am still sore from giving birth.

I didn't get the epidural because I am a recovering addict and the epidural has fentanyl in it.

Even though it was the worse pain I ever experienced, it was all worth it for my baby.

Isaac is seven pounds four ounces. He has the cutest chubby cheeks. He has a little patch of brown hair on the top of his head. I can't tell the color of his eyes yet though.

He's perfect.

After 24 hours, we are released from the hospital.

A doctor pushes me out to the car in a wheelchair and Emiliano carries Isaac in his carseat.

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