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Maeve I didn’t even feel the long, horizontal wound below my navel. The doctors and nurses who had tended to me were shocked as they removed the sutures that should have been in for two weeks but were taken out after only three days. There had been a discussion about discharging me, but I wouldn’t hear it. I wasn’t going to leave the hospital without Oliver. He was the smallest of the boys by far. There was practically no fat on his body. But despite his size and the fact that he and his brothers had been born a month early, he was doing exceedingly well. He was spirited and awake, his eyes constantly open, and his limbs always squirming. He was ready to take on the world, I thought, as I ran my fingers over his bald head. Charlie and Will were our big boys, chubby and happy with thi