minutes while trying to comfort Jake as he cried/moaned in agony
trying so hard to poop. I ended up holding his little legs up and sure
enough he got out so much we used half a package of wipes and wondered
if he still weighed 18 pounds (his weight on Monday). We'd been
waiting for this day for a week and Dave and I just cheered him on.
Then his little red face relaxed and a hint of a smile appeared.
Victory! Wednesdays used to mean splitting a bottle of wine and
watching a movie -- this was so much better than that.
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