Musings on Babies, Bulldogs, and Beer
94 days. 95 if you count the night in Presbyterian Hospital where she was born. Just think, we started writing this chapter before football season even started. At times I wasn’t sure if this book was going to be a comedy or tragedy. I’m beyond thankful that we avoided the latter. I’m not sure what genre includes the constant push and pull of hope and pain with a little comic relief thrown in whenever possible. I’ll call it a crymedy (it’s a thing). We are still writing the book, but this chapter is over. Ella and Audrey met each other today, and then we brought Audrey home.
Spoiler alert: In the next chapter we find out if there is a cure/treatment for her deafness and if/when we will be able to remove her feeding tube.
But for now, the next thing I have to write is my letter to Santa:
Dear Santa,
I’m going to make it easy on you and lighten your load a little. You can go ahead and skip me for Christmas this year. I’m good. I’ve got everything I want.
P.S. I will accept gifts from friends and family that have already been purchased and/or ordered.

My heart is overjoyed. What a wonderful Christmas gift. We are sending you all the love and prayers we possibly can. Give your family of four a big hug and kiss and Merry Christmas
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That video is precious. Welcome home!! β€οΈ
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Clarke and I are so happy you and your family are home. What a precious picture. You are right, what a wonderful Christmas gift.
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What an incredible miracle! The video is beyond precious. Prayers continue for all of you. Love and hugs!
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What a gift from God both your girls are!
Love you, Linda Wheeler
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What an amazing blessing π. She is beautiful π so glad she is home. Sending up prayers for baby Audrey, for you and your family.
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