Monday, October 29, 2007


This is it - the first picture ever taken of me.

I was born somewhere around two and a half months early. I weighed a little more than two pounds. It was 1970, and it was a small-town hospital, and I was so tiny that all of the doctors and most of the nurses thought I would die within hours. They gently told my mom to go home and wait for the call.

She did get a call, but it wasn't the one she was expecting. One of the nurses phoned and said, "I drew the short straw to call you, but I don't think this is right. I can tell that she wants to live!" Through some clandestine manueuvers, the two of them worked to get me transferred to the larger hospital in the next town.

I spent the next two months in an incubator, not because there was anything wrong with my lungs, or because I wasn't well. I was just small, and they didn't know what else to do with me.

This is the first picture that I have where I'm not behind plastic. I have no idea how old I am here. Maybe four months? My dad looks like a giant holding me in his enormous hands. I'm taller than he is now, but his hands still envelope mine completely.


Mag said...

That first pic in the incubator is scary. You're so small!

Georgiann said...

What a beautiful story -- so glad you included the picture of you and your dad.

Eryn said...

I love the look of surprise on your face. It is absolutely precious.

Batty said...

What a beautiful story! I was 4.5 pounds, but compared to you, that's huge!

The Kelly Green Rogue said...

so is it bday time? You look sooo tiny!

Anonymous said...

Wow. What a fantastic story. Thank you. :)