Lucky 15

Fifteen has been my lucky number since I was a kid. Today is your 15th day outside the womb. It’s been rough for mommy and me, but you’re still alive 🥳 

Your pooping has decreased. Your eating has decreased, but we’ve tried to feed you more often. I anticipated a big change in lifestyle, but I didn’t anticipate being held hostage by a terrorist (your uncle Vince says babies are terrorist). Normally, I don’t negotiate with terrorist, but you have the upper hand. Womp womp womp.