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From: ariche |
Date: September 17th, 2006 04:45 pm (UTC) |
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When my Pod, Cory had his first day home from the hospital, we were up every hour or so, nursing, changing diapers, and about 5 am, his dad, sitting in a pile of about 15 misplaced put on wrong or shat in diapers, with spit up on him, me covered in breastmilk looked at me after we FINALLY had him sleeping, full AND a clean diaper said:
"I get it now... he comes out and our only job is to keep him alive for the next 18 years. After that, he can take care of us".
We both laughed so hard that yes... we woke the baby yet again...
You are doing great and one day your little boy will lay in his own bed and be grateful for your love...
If you are lucky, he'll even tell you so.
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