I do okay most of the time.... but when I'm alone it's like the whole world comes crashing down on me. I wish I had my baby. I wish I knew what he felt like, what he sounded like. He would be four months old this coming week. He would be starting cereal and juice. He would be babbling and full of smiles. Rolling over would be his fave thing to do.... and play with mommy.
I see my attorney next week. I just wish he could give me my baby back. I want my baby.
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