Yesterday, I was standing in the nursery, surrounded by newborn babies, watching huge snowflakes fall from the sky. It was so far outside my normal experience. Babies? Snow? Wha? The snow was beautiful as it landed on the trees outside the windows, and it was very satisfying to be able to soothe the baby who had been spitting up on himself all morning. When I met his bizarro high maintenance mother…that was another story. And by that point the snow had stopped falling. Again the snow was melted by the time I walked home. Somehow it was much colder today, when it was not snowing, than yesterday, when it was. Hm.
There’s a baby in the nursery who we’ve all been spending a lot of time with. Her mother is bipolar, cocaine-addicted, and homeless. We heard about her a few weeks ago when she bailed on her fourth scheduled C-section. Evidently, she came back, had her C-section, visited the baby a few times under close supervision, but hasn’t been seen in two weeks. So, the baby is called a boarder. The nurses joke that she’s an old lady, since she’s so much older than all the one- and two-day-old babies the nursery is generally full of. I wonder what happened to her three siblings. There’s a rumor that the family who adopted one of her siblings is planning to adopt her as well. I really hope there’s a happy ending for her. Her funny faces are so charming. Perhaps it’s naivete that makes me think she’ll have an easy time charming someone into taking her home.
