Thank you all kind sirs, all is well, there's ten fingers and ten toes, mother and daughter are both fine.
Pictures coming in a few days, I'm just home to sleep for a bit and the camera is at the hospital.
8.20 PM on sunday the 14th of December me and Johanna got a beautiful baby girl (to be named Dis Markström, possibly with some second name as well. Open to suggestions!) who weighed in at 4475 grams (9.86 lbs) and was 52 cm (20.47 in).
After a fuckbunch of hours in labour (Water broke early morning on Saturday) they decided we needed an ultrasound checkup to see that everything was OK, which was when they realized our big girl was lying with her ass down, which isn't good to start with, worse if it's your first child and worse still if it's as big as ours, so they did a C-section which was scheduled to 7.30 pm. Took a while to hit the right spot with the drugz but after that it went fast as fuck, I was there with her/them the whole time and the very second she came out our daughter showed of her heavy metal vocalist genes which was when we both started crying and life felt better than ever before. My chix are still at the hospital but they don't let the fathers stay over (Spent last night at my brother's for those who are interested) so I figured I'll go home to get a good night's sleep and look after (big sis) Lillkisse.
edit: Also a big thank you to my dear friend mr. Grahn who was the very first to congratulate us save our parents who were the only people to get an actual phonecall after it was all done. And who made our daughter's first favourite song!