There’s a knock at the door and Sofia cracks it, sticking her head in. “Can I come in?” she asks softly and I nod. She comes in, closing the door behind her and smiles brightly at us.
“You all are the perfect little family,” she says and I can’t help but nod in agreement. “Let me have baby Andrew first.”
Seth hands him to her and she lays the baby at the foot of the bed, pulling the blanket back and waking him. He begins to cry and she smiles at him, reaching into her bag and pulls out a diaper to put on him. She pulls out a stethoscope and listens to his lungs carefully, for longer than I was expecting and it begins to worry me. She stops and wraps him in the blanket, but in an odd way. She pulls out a contraption with a hook and lifts him on it using the blanket.
“He’s perfect,
