September 12, 2007 - 6:30am. It was the morning after my twins were born 8 weeks premature. My littlest one (who we were told was a girl, but turned out to be a boy - quite the surprise in the delivery room), was being transfered to another hospital that could take care of his special needs. They wheeled him into my room in his isolettte so I could see him before he left. He was 3lbs., 6oz., and 17" long... so tiny. When they put the isolette next to my bed, his eyes were open and he was looking at me. I wish I had a picture of him at that moment. My sweet Max went to be with Jesus 20 days later.
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