Congrats Mace!
My son's birth was a threshold experience for me! He popped out with a blood curdling Comanche war cry. While the nurses were doing their maintenance service on him and talking to him on the off side of momma's bed I was talking to my sweetie on the other side. She had just gone through quite an ordeal (like giving birth!). She told me in the gentlest voice to go and see to our baby boy, Mikey, on the other side of our bed. I walked around and looked at the poor little bugger. He was screaming like a banshee. I told him something to the effect of how phenomenally much we loved him and were glad that he had come to be with us (it was more of an energy thing with some words of greeting). That little blob of biology and spirit stopped crying when he heard my voice (we had been talking and singing to him all along in utero) and wrapped his teeny fingers around one of mine. My heart broke as I thought, you poor little bastard having me for your father; and my heart mended itself back together all in the same instant for it's as if he said to me with his quieting and finger holding, "Yup you're my Daddy. I'm in your hands. I trust you. I'm here." I told my wife I had no idea that I could love so much. She, being the amazing woman she can be sometimes, responded, "Now you know how much your parents love you."
Life's a trip Mace! Welcome to the next phase of your nearly unbearable heart-growth!
All the best, Phil