I love to dub Samantha as my firstborn because I am hoping for one or two more. She so badly needs a playmate and a little brother and/or a little sister and I hope that I can give her one soon. She was so tiny when she came out but I guess most of you really know that.
The first time I saw her was one of the moments of my life. She was so tiny and fragile that I felt my throat tighten. She had to be kept in an incubator for two days just so the doctors can monitor her vitals. But she is one fighter because on the second day, she was already out of it. And even inside the incubator, she has already shown signs of having a strong spirit: she kicks real strong!
Identification tags. Both her feet had them.
And her baby bed also had my name written in Katakana.
As well as her vital statistics. Can you read what it says?
I miss Samantha's newborn days. All she did then was sleep and drink milk. Everything seems routinary and she is so predictable. The "hele" days are the most unforgettable because she loves to sleep in my arms. I miss her newborn scent, her tiny hands and tiny feet, her tiny newborn clothes. But all babies do grow... a sign that they are well taken cared of.