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Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.

Monday, March 15

What a weekend!

On Saturday we had our last swim class of this session. It went well and Finn actually blew some bubbles for the first time. We signed up for the next session, but it sounds like the other three boys will not be in our class. Oh, well. Finn will make some new friends.

Later on Saturday, we headed to Burnsville for a surprise birthday dinner for Jim's aunt DeAnn (aka NeNe) at El Loro. She was completely surprised, which is always fun. Finn was okay, but a little crabby. He got some of daddy's Chori Pollo (chorizo and chicken), which he loved (of course, right?). After dinner we went to DeAnn's for some pie and then John, Kelsie and Jim's cousin Matt came over to our house for drinks and to play games. We all had a lot of fun and a lot to drink. We went to bed at 2am, which was really 3am! Who does that! Made for a tired mommy and daddy on Sunday.

On Sunday Jim smoked some ribs for dinner and Finn "helped" him. I still can't believe how beautiful the weather was. Too bad we couldn't eat outside, too. Memere and Grandpa came in the afternoon and John, Kelsie and Matt came over later. Dinner was amazing. Smoked ribs, smoked baked beans and Famous Dave's cornbread muffins.

Finn was sounding a little congested in his chest yesterday and had a very slight runny nose, but I didn't think much of it. Well, he woke up a few times last night...but he wasn't really awake. I think he was having troubles breathing. By this morning, his breathing was so labored that we could hear it over the monitor. When he got up, he had a slight fever, so I called the nurses line. They want to listen to his chest, so we have a doctor in about an hour. Memere, Finn and I sat in the bathroom with the shower running, but the steam didn't really help (made for daddy to have a cold shower, though...oops!). He has obviously been sick but we haven't really had respiratory issues before, so I (and the nurse!) didn't want to take any chances. Based on what I told her and what she could hear on the phone, she is thinking it might be croup, which I know nothing about. Better go google it!

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