Posts tagged July 3 2007
back to the bunker

I rolled him down the hallway in his crib-cart, stomach butterflying as I looked down at him in his nest. I’d picked out something for him to wear, the first time. No more nubbly PROPERTY OF N.I.C.U. sleepers for us. From here on in, he’s an all-stripes boy. I guess this means he’s finally ours.

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