You’re getting plenty of attention today.
You’re the smallest in the nursery. Your little heart is beating a bit slower than the doctors would like. Your paper-thin skin has yellowed a bit over the past 24 hours. And at the moment, you’re having a bit of trouble nursing.
But you’re breathing good and steady. Your cries are loud and strong. And your tiny hands grab onto my pinky fingers with a bull-rider’s grip.
You’re beautiful. You’re strong. And you’re getting healthier every minute.
Love,
dad
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