Little Ivy.
You are driving me mad, child!
You continue to hold your poops for days and days at a time. You live on Miralax and enigma's. You fight it all day and night, crying. You refuse food unless it's a granola bar or apple sauce. You won't sleep unless it's on top of me. It's a challenge! But girl. I'm obsessed with you.
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