Well this blog missed the birth story. I will put that on my list of to dos, but for now I want to skip right to the one week old. Ivan Drago Hornovich, I can't believe your father convinced me to give you that last name or that we went with Drago. Anyway, you are here now and your little face is already implanted in my brain. What a test and an accomplishment you have been. Looking at you today and everyday since you were born I can't believe you are here and I can't believe that I and yourdad created such a perfect little human. I have to say evenings are hard. I don't know if it is hormones or being tired but I usually go to sleep in tears. Not sad tears, well maybe a little. For not being the same for Mister, or anything else that seems sad, but I am still happy, and when morning rolls around, and the day begins again, everything is good. I keep having thoughts I wish I would write down and now don't remember any of them.
I hope we are doing everything right. I hope you are eating, pooping, peeing enough. Not sleeping too much. I worry about all those things as well. Part of me as I described in my last blog that is challenging.
One thing for sure. My heart swells just a bit more for you everyday. I love you my little Vanya.
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