At just 20-22 hours old we boarded a life-flight to Denver Children’s Hospital. It was just Quinn and Mom, I had sent the Rancher back to the ranch with our older kids to spend the night as everything looked on the upswing. I found out later that the life of the NICU parent can be amazing one minute and then awful the next. After several weeks in the Denver NICU we finally had the official diagnosis of Treacher Collins, we went through an infection, as well as Tracheostomy and feeding tube surgery. At around 4 weeks old we finally got to hold our little lady. Again, a lot of things in life are just not fair, but all good things take time I guess.