Henrys Learning (1/1)

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” Henry admitted, staring at the material in his hands before glancing at the nurse. “I honestly have no idea whatsoever.”“It’s simple, Henry. Your hands are clean, yes?” Emma asked. He nodded. He had just scrubbed his hands completely clean, terrified that he would get his newborn son sick if he didn’t scrub well enough. She smiled. “Breathe, Henry. It’s going to be okay. You’re just changing his diaper.”He nodded again, slightly anxious. He was petrified that he would do it wrong.“Listen carefully, okay? Place the clean diaper underneath him.” He did so gingerly, afraid he would hurt the tiny body sprawled on the changing table. “Yup, perfect. Undo those little straps on the sides –carefully- and make sure you keep a hand on his belly or he could roll off.” That notation made Henry become slightly more paranoid that he would screw up. “This one is just a pee, so cover his penis with the dirty diaper as you pull it off.”“Why?” Henry wondered aloud, curious. He watched his son flail his limbs uncontrollably, his petit little eyes drinking in the bright lights of the ceiling above his head.She smirked evilly. “He’ll pee on you if you don’t. Projectile pee going in your mouth will ruin your day, believe me. Now, dab him with the wipes. Cleanly but gently, okay? Perfect. Now you just pull the top of the clean diaper up and fasten the new straps.”He breathe