The year was 2006, the month was March. I’d been longing to be a grandma for oh so long. Prayers were prayed, decisions were made to adopt, and we traveled to Guatemala with our daughter and son-in-love and Grandma Cindy to meet the baby who would be our very first grandchild.
We met him, we held him, we watched him react with his new mommy and daddy. And we fell in love. My grandma heart was fully activated. Continue reading “Lullaby voice. Just see what happens.”
Consider this scenario for me please: A woman in her late thirties finds herself with an unplanned pregnancy. The details surrounding her situation are sketchy. She does not choose to keep this baby for reasons that are only hers to know. And not ours to judge. The known facts are that is she is in this country illegally, has no money, no health insurance, an unplanned womb occupant, and has had no prenatal care. Not an easy situation for anyone to be in.
At twenty-four to twenty-five weeks gestation the baby is delivered by emergency c-section. The third trimester begins in week 28. This baby…. aborted fetus…. you get the picture. Eyes fused shut, skin so delicate that he can’t be touched by human hands without harming him, APGAR score is 2 (TWO) and by 5 minutes is all the way up to 4 (FOUR). If you are a little vague on the meaning of APGAR scores, google it. This baby was in deep deep trouble. Weight was 1 pound and 10 ounces and he was about a foot long.
Imagine you are in that surgical suite looking at this fragile tiny piece of humanity who for all practical purposes is about to leave this world without immediate medical intervention and even then…..?? There is no insurance, there is no money to pay for heroic medical intervention or even a baby aspirin.
But decisions were made and this baby was quickly transported 150 miles by medical helicopter to a NICU. Whisked away from a womb that couldn’t keep him, struggling to survive, needing a miracle in the worst way….. even though he had no one with him at the time who called him their own. No one. Alone. I have to wonder if the doctors and emergency personnel on board that helicopter had at least a fleeting thought that this trip was not going to end well, if the phrase “waste of time” entered their minds, if the fact that the cost of saving this life was going to be astronomical and there was no one to pay for it except the taxpayer dollar. I hope not, but I can’t help but wonder what went through their minds on that late-night trip.
Continue reading “I just have to wonder about that day.”
This past Saturday I went on a girls’ road trip with friends to the Pioneer Woman Mercantile in Pawhuska, Oklahoma. Very cool place, you should go there. Cute little town, lots of character. The Merc opened last fall and has been wildly popular. Wildly is putting it mildly. Averages 6000 customers daily during the week. On the weekend? Upwards to 15,000 in a day. The population of Pawhuska is 3,666 fine friendly country folks. Okies are the friendliest folks on the planet. I mean it!! Continue reading “The Doorkeeper of the waiting room.”