Watching my baby boy, I remembered the time I kangaroo cared for him in the ICU. My eyes welled up with tears of heartache as I gently stroked and kissed his tiny forehead.
Watching my baby boy, I remembered the emptiness in my heart each time I had to kiss him goodbye and left the ICU to go home without him.
Watching my baby boy, I'm reminded by all simplest joy he brings because I knew it was so close that I almost could not experience it.
Watching my baby boy, I know he may not understand how amazing he is, but I always remember how he battled to simply survive, and just to be reunited with his daddy and mummy.
He is truly an amazing darling boy of mine, always.
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