Jul 17, 2011
The Baby is four years old this weekend.
I remember getting the phone call asking if I would take this baby with the horrific birth history. Anticipating a vegetative state with feeding tubes, seizures and massive brain damage from over 10 minutes of cerebral anoxia I said no thanks. I was already extremely busy with 3 medically complex kids at home.
For some reason...divine intervention perhaps...I asked what her name was. I never asked about names when i got those calls especially if I refused the placement.
The name turned out to be a family name. My middle name. The Genius's middle name. The Artist's middle name. The Teenager's middle name.
Lord have mercy.
I went to the hospital NICU and saw this tiny 4 lb baby in yellow with a mop of straight black hair and a nasty hospital diaper rash. I was amazed that she was tracking visually and bottle fed able to coordinate sucking and swallowing. I never anticipated that with the devastating brain damage.
From day one she had attitude.
The kids loved her immediately.
And frequently decorated her in a manner fit for a princess.
You've come a long way Baby.
Happy Birthday and thank you for gracing us with your presence.
Posted by SECRET PEPPER PERSON: at Sunday, July 17, 2011