Right after the boys came to meet their sister, when she was a bout 2 hours old, I noticed she was really starting to have a hard time breathing and making lots of grunting noises. I called the nurse in and at first she thought she was fine. Then I insisted she was not and they took her to be checked out. When I went to see her, it was so sad to see all the pokes and tubes. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and she looked sad. I felt bad for sending her off, but I knew she didn't seem right. I went back to my room alone, and Rob went home to take care of the business and the boys. I was so sad.
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