Dearest darling Daughter:
Seven years ago today, you were born.
Your labor and delivery were, in a word, horrific.
As were the first six weeks of your life. I have a vivid memory of our sweet friends Marianna and Mary Ellen driving us around for hours in the dark, hoping you would sleep, and yet, just more screaming.
But we made it through. I gave you a bottle, and you looked up and said, "Finally." Well, at least you said it with your eyes and the six hours and forty three minutes that you slept.
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| At Seven Weeks - Happy Baby |
