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Wednesday, 25 July 2007


Jeff C.


When the Mixmaster (who's now almost 7) was born he wouldn't eat, literally - so we spent the first week of his life in the NICU at Swedish (where the employees are total saints) while they hooked him to all kinds of tubes and stuff and fed him and gave him a CAT scan. The hardest, most fucked up week of my life. And I got to take him home and he's tall and healthy and a kid now. Some of the other people in the NICU? Not so lucky. There's no rhyme or reason to it, but it is devastating that it happens to kids. My heart goes out to Susan and Nathan and everybody else who's going through it.

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