This is Conner’s Kindergarten picture. I went through great turmoil trying to decide if I wanted to spend the 20-30 bucks to get them. But, I’m glad I did. This is his smile that he does when you say, “smile” — which, I don’t say. I’m of the “noodle” or “bellybutton” sayer. Anyway, it’s a delight to see his little face. I think I’ll even treasure it…
When I look at this picture I am reminded of my job last night. We had a dead baby. We weren’t totally aware of it initially. We had some heart tracings on the monitor, but they turned-out to be maternal. When we brought her back and the baby was out, it was apparent that it had been dead a while and the death was called. Such a sweet baby to have her life snuffed out before it even begun.
Of course, initially I stared in shock at the whole situation. I didn’t have a grasp of it all except running around to get some supplies for help. And then we learned that the baby’s death was due to the mother’s drug use. Emotions of pure sorrow for the woman to pure amazement that someone would place their own pleasure above anyone else’s… even this sweet perfect baby girl.
I am grateful for a faith that tells me this baby is in a much better place and my wrapping of her in respect with a pink little hate placed on her head was better than anything she’d ever get from this mom.
On an amusing side-note, we had a police officer, 2 detectives and a coroner come. They felt so out of place and some of us couldn’t help but feeling like we were on CSI. This woman will most likely be charged on something. She was due, and made an obvious decision that would harm her baby (when certain drugs are used they cause too much blood to go to the placenta and it kind of pushes the placenta off the uterine wall, hence the baby gets no oxygen or nutrients). At least there’s a little justice on this earth.
A Child Like This
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That is a very sad story indeed…sorry you had to deal with that. ANd it does make our own kids that much more precious.
Okay, this is my third attempt at commenting on your blog today. Hope this works. Hilary, this situation makes my heart break. And the sad thing is that there are so many babies born into such a situation. There was one here on the news yesterday where they are questioning who should have custody of a baby born to a mother on meth. Very sad. I’ve never heard of the police getting involved in a stillborn. But, in all reality, it is the mother’s responsibility to care for the child before and after birth.
Conners’ picture is too cute… definitely the say cheese smile. I didn’t buy Quayd’s for that very reason. Your attitude about it being his “Say cheese” smile is great! I should have thought that way too!
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Thanks for sharing that story about the baby. I read it just feeling almost sick about it – that a poor child’s chances at life are cancelled out because of something like drug use. It makes me want to go snuggle my own sweet baby and say a prayer of gratitude for my three healthy kids.