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In my new home

In my new home

After a few days in the hospital my mother and I were ready to go home.
The nurse dressed me, wrapped me in a blan­ket, and handed me to my
mother.

My father came. He looked at the brace­let on my wrist. “This baby’s
ours,” he said. He hugged my mother and me. And then all of us went
home, my father, my mother, and me.

I had many things to do in my new house. At first I just cried and ate
and slept. I ate both day and night. I yawned. I slept, and I slept some
more.

After a while I stayed awake longer each day. I learned to like my bath.
I even learned to splash in the water. I liked to stretch and stretch.

I grew. And I learned some more things. I learned to know my parents’
voices. I learned to know my name. I turned my head when they called me.

My mother said, “How fast our baby is growing!”

I kept on growing and learning. I gur­gled when my mother fed me. I
learned to play with my fingers and to shake my rat­tle. After a while I
could even sit up. Then I could see all around me.

“Our baby is growing up,” my father said.

Each day I found something new to play with—first my fingers, then my
toes.

I learned to like my bath. I liked the feeling of warm water on my
back.

I get to know my big sister. She is already one of my favorite
people.

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