So I didn’t mention this earlier, but Christy’s dad, Pete, had a massive heart attack the day we went into the hospital; he was shopping with his wife and complained of chest pain — and it was only because she insisted that he go into the hospital for a scan that he was there when […]
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Christy is playing the “got your nose” game for the first time. Sophie seems delighted that her mom is cooing to her, but doesn’t seem especially worried about the loss of any fleshy appendages; this isn’t too surprising, though, because she only only rarely seems aware of the fact that she possesses any fleshy appendages. […]