Dear Laney,
I don't remember much about your first week at home, because your dad and I were so tired. I mean TIRED. You didn't sleep more than a few hours at a time, and then when you WERE sleeping, I was so nervous that I had to keep checking on you. I was worried that you might be too hot, or too cold, and I kept touching you to be sure you were breathing okay. We all wore our pajamas all week long.
One night, your dad decided tucked you under his arm and you both slept just fine.
Your dad would probably would hate it if he knew I put this picture on the internet, but since he'll never get around to reading this blog, it can be our little secret.
Love,
Mom
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