He is almost three weeks old.
He continues to make me paranoid over whether or not I'm doing the right things.
I constantly wonder what he's thinking and how he's feeling.
Each time I hold him I pray to the Lord that I don't trip or fall. That I be able to feed him well. That I be able to raise him well.
I'm not aiming for perfection; I only ask to be the parent he needs.
And God help me to demand only that he be as the Lord wills and never any less than that.