Day Three
was kind of a fun day, too. I finally decided to share you and let Daddy have a turn. See this is the sucky thing about the NICU, you can't come out of the box very often. I call it a box, because, well, that's what it is, and it's plastic, and it sucks. However, it is keeping you healthy and warm, so we will embrace it. Anyway, they don't want you out very often, too much stimulation, and even though we can technically get you out twice a day, we've chosen to keep it to a minimum to help you finish growing. Normally I do Kangaroo Care or Skin to Skin, but Daddy hadn't had a turn to hold you and somewhere, deep inside, I felt sad about that. So I gave up my turn to let him hold you. However, you my handsome little man, threw a tantrum. HA! I knew you'd be a mommy's boy, you weren't so into the fact that Daddy held you. I ate it up--I mean come on, who wouldn't?
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