Imagine the damage I could do if I had a fancy camera like Michelle? Thankfully, she is willing to lend it to us to indulge my inner photographer. Poor Henry was (almost) the only one in striking distance so he suffered the most.
Speaking of Henry, it's been freakishly easy so far. He's done almost nothing but sleep. He hardly cries at all even when he's getting stuck with needles or undressed or dressed. Amy and I have opposite theories. She believes this is compensation for the many months of screaming Lilly put us through. I believe Henry's just waiting until we get home to let loose. We'll see.
I'd like to say that after doing this twice before we're pros or at least a lot more comfortable. Sadly, it's not true. I still look over at him every once in a while to make sure he's still breathing and we've asked a bunch of stupid questions of the nurses that are probably the reason they ask us if this is our first.
We should be home later tonight. The girls and Tokul will arrive tomorrow with Nana. Then the real fun begins.
