Do you remember Y2K? Many people were concerned that all the computers in the world would spontaneously implode at midnight on New Year's Eve, because their internal clocks weren't programmed for a year larger than 1999. Do you think we wondered whether it was safe to bring a brand new baby into such a world? No, instead we rented a Ryder truck!
The Girl was born at 10:34 p.m. at 10lbs., 12oz. December 21st was also my Nana's birthday, so it was nice to share. Her birth was somewhat dramatic, and she entered the world a very purpley shade of blue. Like many "larger" babies she had low blood sugar, and because of the drama she wasn't breathing well, so they put her in the Neo-natal Intensive Care Unit.
In the NICU, she was the biggest baby they had ever had! The nurses had to go the the pediatrics floor to get diapers and clothes to fit her, since they were used to premies.
It all turned out just fine though and she came home at 3 days like most newborns. The only problem was, we'd been mistakenly informed that she might be a boy!
Drama continued in her life, as she spent only 10 days in her first home. On day 3 there, her loving older (18 months old) sister reached up to look into her bed (a suitcase) on top of the dresser (I know! Not too smart!) since we were in the middle of moving. She tipped the suitcase and the baby over, onto the floor! I heard one loud cry from the baby, and a panicked cry from the toddler, and rushed into the bedroom. Lifting the pillow and suitcase from the baby, I found her sleeping peacefully on the floor, right where she had fallen. I was frightened and kept checking her for damage, but she never felt a thing. As it turned out, she had a penchant for crashing.
By day 5 at home, we were wondering when she was going to wake up and start crying. This baby seemed to sleep all the time! On her 10th day of life, I got onto a plane with these two precious girls, leaving their father and grandfather to pack a moving truck and bring it all the NY. Both girls slept the entire plane ride! What a mercy for Mom! her middle name is Butterfly, and if we'd stayed where we were, I feel quite sure she would have been called that all her life, it got so much attention.
Our new home was at a Christian camp where we worked. I worked part-time for a couple of months and then full-time, and Grandma was there in the afternoons with the girls. During the summer, when camp was in session, they had a babysitter. Consequently, I don't have many pictures of this particular season of life.
She's cute though, with big blues eyes and a bald head. She was a thumb-sucker, so she slept well and long. When she was tired, which was often, she would rub
That's about when the crashing started. I could fill a photo album with pictures of black eyes, fat lips and dented foreheads, all her own. At one point I took her to the eye doctor to make sure she didn't have a vision problem, such a depth perception. (If you're wondering, you can do this simple test at home: hold up a paper towel tube and ask her to stick both fingers into the ends at once. If she overshoots, there's a problem.) She was fine though; what she lacked was risk aversion and luck. We visited urgent care and the emergency room several times, for household accidents of various sorts, and called poison control at least twice (she ate Vicks Vap-o-rub, which is dangerous in large quantities, and drank hydrogen peroxide, which is not)! In spite of herself she made it to her second birthday, and managed to sprout some hair, too!