Monday, April 24, 2006

"Oh, you mean the time I saw the angel?"

Schia, was four years old when her baby brother was born. Little Schia began to ask her parents to leaver her alone with the new baby. They worried that, like most four-year-olds, she might want to hit or shake him, so they said no. Over time, though, since Schia wasn't showing signs of jealousy, they changed their minds and decided to let Schia have her private conference with the baby. Elated, Schia went into the baby's room and shut the door; but it opened a crack- enough for her curious parents to peek in and listen. They saw little Schia walk quietly up to her baby brother, put her face close to his, and say, "Baby, tell me what God feels like. I'm starting to forget."

Chicken Soup for the Soul

My youngest, DenverDocDaughter3, was born with a placental anomaly called hemorrhagic endovasculitis and had a crash section. She then spent a week at the children's hospital NICU. She told us some years later a couple of interesting stories. First, she says she remembers being born! She wrote a story about it for a class. The other story was when she was younger, maybe five or six, and we asked her about her youth and being born. She said, "Oh, you mean the time I saw the angel?" Hair up on back of neck time. Oh, and despite her hearing loss and auditory processing learning disability, she is graduating from high school this year and is going to college in the fall. Praise the Lord.

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