“Face! Face! There’s the face!” I shout. “Look at the eyes!” Ethan whisper-shouts. “The nose.” The baby’s mouth opens and it’s a perfect oval. There’s something extremely familiar about that posture. “That’s a yawn,” Nurse Louise says. “A yawn.” Ethan has two hands covering everything but his eyes. “Please tell me you got a picture of that,” he tells the tech.
