Little Bronwyn in Dad's arms
Bronwyn and all her equipment
Bronwyn slept in the cradle on the right. Crystal and I slept in the fold our chair on the left. I don't think any of us were very comfortable.
Bronwyn on one of her last days at the hospital. She kept ripping the oxygen tubes out of her nose but by this time she was breathing well enough to not need it. The nurses finally gave up on trying to put it back on her face. Like mother like daughter. It reminded us of Crystal in labor when she kept ripping the monitors off her belly much to the nurse's annoyance.
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