A few weeks after giving birth to Devin, I've been in a low state. Gavin's adopted parents and my own parents have been helping me in all ways. Even though Devin is a premature baby, he don't even look like it. He looks like a normal size newborn that was born on their due date.
Don't get me wrong, I love my baby but I feel like I've lost a little from him being inside of me. As I was thinking what I've lose, I heard a soft cry.
I got up from where I was sitting on the couch, in the bedroom, to where his crib was at. When I liked over, he looked like he was trying to throw a little fit and it was kinda cute. I smiled at him for a moment until I picked him up and cradled him in my arms.
"Shh, its okay my sweet baby boy." I cooed him as I carried him over to the baby changer.
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