Well, put a fork in me. So far dads the big cry baby. When Quinn wants to cry, he'll make the angry faces but no sound will come out because of the tube down his throat. So he eventually gives up.
Man that's gotta suck! I use to always wonder how I'd handle a baby crying. Now it's all I want to hear. I'm not going to hold back when it comes to putting pictures up because as of yesterday, even grandparents are no longer allowed into the IC unit until further notice. This is due to a threat of a recent respiratory viral infection brought into the nursery. So this blog is the only way that friends and family can see him. I have no problem being obligatory.
Hey dad, does this face look familiar to you?
Steph and I got a visit from a nice group of friends and family today, and as was evident, we are all in good spirits. Quinn continues to show his doctors and examiners that he's coming along fine. And while I'm so thankful for what these doctors can do for him, I can't wait for this part of his life to be over.