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room while I was still in the bed, picked Lily up out of the bassinet before anyone could stop her, and held her against her chest.
“There she is,” she whispered. “There’s my girl.”
Not Holly’s girl.
Not Matt’s girl.
My girl.
Matt looked at me.
I looked at the ceiling.
A nurse came in and gently took Lily back for a weight check that nobody had ordered.
I continue reading …
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