This video is sideways but it shows how small and weak his little cry was.
He was so tiny.
One of the first times I was able to hold him.
He had to have a feeding tube for a brief time.
Odds against the "wimpy white boy" (as they call them in the nursery)
didn't keep him from this peaceful grin.
His first bath. I would say this was near the end of week 2. I remember being amazed by how tiny he was with no bundled clothes and blanket. We bathed him in a bed pan until he was 3 months old.
My little angel. He was so fragile, yet so strong.
Meanwhile, this was what our freezer looked like. I was able to feed him breast milk for almost a year from what I stocked up on while he was too tiny to feed.
Our home away from home.
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