Went to Panera to get dinner for the Jenni. She's beat, even to the point of not being able to figure out what she wants to eat.
Was trying to explain why I spent so long trying to choose food, brain fried, mommy and baby in hospital, etc. The manager overheard me and told me she was a 2-pound baby and now she's fine. And then she gave me a cookie and hot chocolate for Jenni and a box of pastries for the NICU nurses.
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