Ninety-Six

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Manon I smile at down at my babies. They're both asleep right now, but Giuseppe will wake up soon. I honestly thought newborns would be a little more interesting, but it turns out all they do, is sleep, cry, eat and poop. That's about it. Still I love them. My son. He's so small. I watch him breathe. I'm scared he'll forget how. What if I go to sleep and I wake up and he forgot how to breathe and I didn't notice? What if he turns over on his side or his back and gets SIDS? What if he needs me and I'm not there? So I sit in front of the cribs and I watch them very carefully. It wasn't like this with Febe, but I suppose it's because I didn't birth her. She didn't spend 9 months inside me. I didn't go through a whole day of agonizing labor pushing her out. Niccoló's big ass head. I

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