MOMMY!!!!!!!
Remember those prayers that Brandon would be Nolan's blood match? Well guess what? That's right, you've guessed it...mommy's the match!!! Never mind I carried him for 9 months, painfully labored to birth him as he was trying to come out face up, and nursed him for 51 weeks while he refused to take a bottle strapping me to our house...of course, it would only make sense that I'm the match. Why, you ask? Because I flippin hate needles! God, can you throw me a bone please? Ahhhh!!!! (I am typing all this with a smile on my face by the way:)
Honestly, while I am being sarcastic about the results, I am incredibly thankful that one of us was a match. It will almost kill me, but, I will donate willingly and happily:) But, someone owes me Red Lobster after;)
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To think that you can be the lifeline with your blood is a true gift!!! I'll even treat you to Red Lobster, anything you want!! Jill
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