The following are letters to my daughter, Ellie, who was born premature, 4 months too early. They document her many months stay in the NICU, her trials, and the emotional struggles of her mother and I.
Moments ago something happened that warrants great celebration and jubilation. News that was music to our ears, roses to our noses, candy to our eyes... You took your first, massive crap.
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