Layla is pretty well ready to leave the hospital – that’s my unprofessional opinion. Today she was excited, rambunctious, playful, laughing – everything you’d expect a happy, healthy two year old to be. In any other setting, it’d be normal. In the hospital, not so much. I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas — just 2 more sleeps, 1 more day. But who’s counting?
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