Diapering Daddy

After we were done with the whole birth, we were taken to our room in the maternity ward. I insisted that Brian go home to get a few hours of sleep and wake up with Owen. I was still a bit jelly legged, so I wasn't allowed to really be in the room with the baby alone unless I was awake and holding him. This made sense since I couldn't really pop out of bed if something were wrong, so he went off to the nursery for a bit while I unsuccessfully tried to get some sleep.

Daddy came back later that morning, and was treated to a dirty diaper. He got the honors of changing it. What a Dad!