I’d say Taryn was the most anxious for Zachary to be born.  Several times a day she would come to me and talk to me about how wonderful it’d be to have a new squishy baby in the house again.  About his hands and feet and the top of head.  About how cute he’d be and how much she was looking forward to holding him.  She absolutely couldn’t wait to get her hands on him.  And then when she did, he was small and felt fragile and it made her nervous.  I noticed she wasn’t asking to hold him much in our first few days home.  Sure enough, she admitted she felt he was too fragile for her.  So we’ve been gently encouraging her to get more baby time on her terms to get comfortable with holding him.  She really loves him and it’s so beautiful to see.  I’d say he’s pretty fond of her too.