Sunday, March 11, 2007
A little underweight girl was born in the middle of nowhere. Literally. In a tiny town near Tomsk, Siberia, she let out her first cry. This morning she asked me, "did my birthmom kiss me?" And yes, I'm sure she did. And named her: Natalia. Many doctors looked after Natalia, assessed her health, comforted her, wondered about her future. She was put on watch for her heart murmur. She was fed. She slept.
That little baby is sleeping on my couch right now in an Ariel costume. I'm thankful for all the people who helped her into the world, and got us to this place.
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