I haven't had as much time to write letters, lately. In the first month or two after you were born, there wasn't quite as many things that your mother and I could do for you so that left me with plenty of fallow hours to tap away at my laptop while sitting next to your isolette. Now that you are stable and on a consistent upward trajectory, we give you most of your care when we are here (which is basically every disposable moment).
Somehow, I imagined that when you did go home with us, it'd be sudden and terrifying. We'd be fish out of water, unaware of what to do. In an unusual twist though we've been eased into parenthood in a way that most parents aren't. Granted, there is a lot more to stand vigil for when raising a micro-preemie, its nice that we were afforded the opportunity to don "training wheels" before hopping on the bike.
Also, Uncle Atul came by yesterday to visit. Your mother and I had a lot of fun with him when he was little. We did our best to make his middle school years suck just a little bit less (as they so often do for us all!) We look forward to when he can do the same for you!