At 4 a.m. on Wednesday, the day after Westley was born, Brian and I were trying to relax in our new hospital room. He found us each a sandwich and a muffin, further becoming my hero. (I hadn't eaten since dinner at 7 p.m. Monday, so I was incredibly hungry.) We enjoyed our meal and admired our sleeping baby.
About two hours later, an endless parade of doctors and nurses came through our hospital room to check on Westley and me. We also welcomed a handful of visitors and otherwise tried to rest.
My sister Jen with Westley
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