He’s about two weeks early, but healthy as a horse.
My wife called my at 120am (I was down the hall, sleeping on the couch because I was up late watching baseball) and just said ‘hospital’. Apparently her water broke, so we had to call the grandparents, dress the toddler, drop him off with them, and then haul ass over to the hospital.
Thankfully a) the hospital is only ten minutes away, and b) my truck has leather seats.
He looks a lot like our first son, which is great because that kid is gorgeous. He was also born at the same weight, which is cool...they’re basically the same dude.
I wish we had another two weeks to prepare, but what can you do?