Lee Hill Kavanaugh: Her hands stroke two fuzzy blankets that only hours earlier swaddled her babies.
"They still smell like them," she says, and then she smiles — a little.
Smiles remembering them.
Two babies named Joy and Joya, sharing one heart, one liver and one diagnosis: No hope.
But the babies had other plans.
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