Time of birth: 3:37pm
Arthur looks down at the little baby in his arms, the nurse handing him the baby so they can be skin to skin.
The baby didn’t cry and slept peacefully in his arms, the baby’s little face looking almost identical to your baby photos.
His eyes fill with tears as he looks down at his baby boy in his arms, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of the baby’s forehead.
He looks over at you in the hospital bed and gently grabs your hand, squeezing it.
“We did it my love,” he whispers. “Our baby boy is here and healthy.”
Tears fall down his cheeks as he looks down at you and he lifts your hand up, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.
“He would’ve loved you, just like I do,” he whispers, his voice breaking once he hears the heart monitor flatline.
He breaks down against your cooling down body, the baby still pressed safely against his chest.
The nurse pats his shoulder comfortingly before writing down something on a piece of paper.
Time of death: 3:40pm