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Day 16:
It is said that absence makes the heart grow fonder. This I can confirm, Conor. I can't stand not being near you. I'm sure this is a feeling which will eventually level out, but now, while you're in this place, the NICU at Virginia Hospital Center, it's grueling. I've never been averse to work. Never truly enjoyed it, either, but I'm good at what I do and so I have my moments... Still, even today while I flourish; while I'm deep in the art of the deal and making business happen, you're right there at the forefront of every thought.
Technology certainly makes it a bit easier I'll say. These days we have digital images and video chat and multi-media sites accessible via the web... Though of course, it's not the same. Not the same as seeing you, holding you, hearing your coos and cries. But it does help.
I still see you every day, though my time is spent mostly in the evenings and so I feel apart from you. Merely driving to the hospital heightens my mood leaps and bounds! Mommy's been helping me get by during the day with the occasional 'FaceTime' session via our Apple SmartPhones... Interestingly enough as I sit here typing this I think to myself, "what will Conor be using as a media tool in 18 years?"... Honestly, I can't even imagine. It's likely technology I've not even dreamed of.
You were born into what I believe to be the Age of Aquarius, Conor; better known as the scientific age. Despite this not being a precise science I have done some reading on the subject and, considering the leaps and bounds in technology over the last two to three decades, I can't help but think this is the case. It's amazing really; How absolutely limitless our imaginations can become through the makings of man. That's something I wish for you always... To never let go of your imagination.
Enough of my waxing poetic on philosophy and belief, let's get down to brass tacks, Boy. You're weighing in at a whopping 4 lbs, 4 oz today! Everybody is noticing how your face is filling out, your little belly is growing (a chip off the old block!), and how much you're really starting to come into your own... Taking on a personality the likes of which I've never dreamed. Your strength, will, and determination is so evident. Conor the Lion Heart. Conor An ChroĆ Lion. Whenever we think you've had enough, you're back for more. More food, bigger stretches, alert and aware... And still, no real fuss. Passed your hearing test today, too! Now I know you'll be able to listen to the music, Son.
That's all for tonight, Buddy. Can't wait until tomorrow.
I love you.
-Dad
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