I got my first taste of breast milk today; it was yummy, even though they had to put it down a tube in my throat.Mom likes to squeeze my hand and she loves it when I hold onto her fingers. On my right arm there is a big hole where on of the tubes that feed me went in, so mom prefers to squeeze my left hand. Dad always asks the nurse looking after me how the hole in my arm is healing.
Dad likes to sing to me when he visits; the song I like the best is 'Jesus loves me' and I try to open my eyes when he sings. Lately dad has also been reading to me from a book called the Bible; I think it was written by Jesus because it is all about Him and how much he loves his children; dad says I am one of them.
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