"Yes Mr. Grant?"
"That one is crying."
"Okay, does he need a diaper change, or is he hungry?"
"I don't know. You're the nurse."
"You're the parent." She said with a smile. "Pick him up. He might just want to snuggle."
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because he's really small. I don't want to drop him."
"Have you ever held a baby?"
"No."
"Okay, I'll give you a lesson."
"His neck muscles are weak, so you have to support his head. Do you want to stand or sit?"
"I'll stand."
The nurse put the newborn in his arms. His face turned red and then he smiled. "He needs a diaper change." The nurse said.
"Okay, isn't that your job?"
"I'm here to help not parent."
"I'm asking you to change a diaper not pay for college."
The nurse kept smiling. "I'll show you how to change a diaper."
Fitz watched the nurse change a diaper and let her know he would be back in an hour.
"You're leaving now? Your wife is sleeping."
"I really have to clean my kitchen."
"The babies are more important than your dirty dishes Mr. Grant."
"Okay, Don't they need milk? I should get that."
"We have milk at the hospital. You don't have to be so nervous Mr. Grant. The babies need you here."
"You probably think I'm a terrible dad."
"No I don't. You get points in my book for being here for the delivery. You're nervous. That's normal for new dads."
"I have three newborns. This is not normal."
"I understand. I have twins."
"You look so happy."
"Because I am. These babies are a gift. Do you know the odds of having triplets? You and your wife are very lucky."
"I hope so." Fitz said.