A baby boy.
Four hours labour.
Father already bonding with baby as he phones us. I could hear the baby noises and he said he was holding him as he rang.
I don't know the weight.
He has some hair.
No name yet and my suggestion that he be called "homeless" did not go down well.
He asked that I don't see the baby yet because I'm sick.
Two hours and he's a concerned parent. There's light at the end of the tunnel.