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Jane

Jane was my child long before I knew her name. She worried me from the very beginning. She refused to line up headfirst and had to be delivered by C-section, and within moments of her birth doctors were running tests because they’d discovered a heart defect. We learned she would need surgery, although it would wait until age one. I remember the panic of those early hours, watching monitors, waiting to hear whether her heart could wait. In many ways, it was always like that. J

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