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 […]