My new nephew born May 7th weighing in at 8lb 3oz. I wonder if it is just a coincidence that he was born on the anniversary of the death of my father. It was a little touch and go at first. He was born via a C-section and took his first breath before they were ready. Aspirated some blood and it wanted to clot in his lungs. Maurice and Jenny were told he may not make it. They put him on a respirator to assist him. Shortly after, he had had enough of it and ripped it out. Soon after he was breathing fine on his own and the hospital staff were calling him the miricle baby. I would have to say no miricle, just a Whitney. He does have his Grandpa's hands. Big! He and mom are home now and doing well. He is changing from day to day.
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