The best moment was on the day I gave birth to my son - [name_u]Robin[/name_u] ended up arriving by emergency c-section, and I lost quite a lot of blood. I saw a couple of glimpses of him before he was whisked away to be checked, and then we were rolled over to the recovery room. That part is all a bit of a blur to me - he was fine but I was really nauseous and shaking uncontrollably. Because I was in such a bad way, I wasn’t able to do skin to skin with him or hold him, so he was in my wife’s arms next to my bed. [name_m]Even[/name_m] though I was quite out of it, I realised he was crying and I turned around towards him and started chatting to him. And the second he heard my voice, he stopped crying. 
That was the moment that it sunk in that the baby over there was my son, and the power I had to sooth him just with my voice struck me as really overwhelming and awe inspiring.
[name_u]Day[/name_u] to day, my favourite moments are when all three of us are just hanging out. [name_u]Robin[/name_u] on the floor examining his hands or chewing on a toy while me and my wife are sitting nearby chatting and joking around, and occasionally [name_u]Robin[/name_u] will chime in with some babbles or laugh at us. We’re just all together in the living room spending some time together because we’re a family.