ALBERT AND JODY

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                    [Summary] => I wanted a girl for my first born but if there were any feelings of regret, they quickly disappeared at the first sight and the first touch I exchanged with my newborn son. "His head is no bigger than my fist!" I thought. He was premature, weighed only five pounds and there was a plastic tube that was inserted through a vein on his head. It horrified me and I felt a stab that pierced down to the soles of my feet. Was that a mother’s first taste of pain? He was too weak and had to be placed in an incubator.
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                    [AuthorName] => Letty Jacinto-Lopez
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My hero, my son

By Letty Jacinto-Lopez | February 12, 2002 - 12:00am

I wanted a girl for my first born but if there were any feelings of regret, they quickly disappeared at the first sight and the first touch I exchanged with my newborn son. "His head is no bigger than my fist!"...

Health And Family