My DH was amazing. Durring the pregnancy he was a little bit hohum about the whole baby thing, and during labour (I was induced so we were in the hospital right from the begining) he seemed more interested in all the equipment in the room and finding out how it worked. But when DS was born he had breathing issues and was taken from me pretty much straigh away, DH was with him the whole time the DRs examined him and went with him to NICU when he was taken there. DS spent 3 hours in NICU while I was stuck on a bed with low blood presher, really fast pulse rate and postptam hemorage (you can tell it was a great birth).
DH spent the whole 3 hours running backwards and fowards between me and DS, telling me how he was doing and checking on us both. He took him the BM that was expressed for him and when I was in a ward and DS was dischared from NICU he collected him and brought him up to me. DS had bonded with his Dad before I'd even had a chance to hold him. I was great, while not a nice experince it was wonderful how DH steped up. He loves DS. I didn't even bath him for the first 4 weeks of his life, DH wouldn't give me a chance.
They fall in love.