Happiness and Healing

Five weeks had passed since Dylan Yang was born and the little one was spending more time awake now.

He looked at Erin with big dark eyes and followed her face with focused eyes when she held him.

He slept comfortable and peaceful in his mother's arms, but would cry repeatedly when placed in his crib.

Erin started to feel the exhausting effects of night upon night of little sleep, and her arms grew weary from holding the chubby little boy.

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She inserted her finger into the suckling little mouth, breaking the suction between him and her breast, and with a sweet kiss placed him in the baby basket which was starting to become too small.

She turned the pages of a design catalogue and gathered inspiration for what kind of room she would make for Dylan.

Erin entered the next room, directly beside the girly nursery and imagined what color she should make it.

The room was white and wooden floored, a perfect blank canvas for any idea she wished to create.