Sunday, July 24, 2022

Week Old

Guess who made it a week? We did. Your mom and I are still here. Tired and stressed, but we made it. It’s not your fault, your mom and I chose to bring you into that world, so we know what we signed up for (kind of πŸ˜‚).


Mom would probably want you to stay small forever, fragile and feeding aside. I just want you to be healthy. Your color I think is better today. I changed a poopy diaper today. I also fed you. Both were struggles, but I made it. Get stronger and healthier Vinh πŸ™.

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