Saturday, May 12, 2007

"She's our daughter, we love her."

If you don't cry after reading this story, check your pulse:

My First Lesson in Motherhood
And now we were in a hotel room with a Chinese doctor, an older man who spoke broken English. After listening to Natalie’s chest, he said she had bronchitis. Then he turned her over and looked at her scar.

Frowning, he asked for a cotton swab and soap. He coated an end in soap and probed her sphincter, which he then said was “loose.” He suspected she’d had a tumor removed and wondered aloud if she had spina bifida before finally saying that she would need to be seen at the hospital.

TWO taxis took us all there, and as we waited to hear news, I tried to think positive thoughts: of the room we had painted for Natalie in light yellow and the crib with Winnie the Pooh sheets. But my mind shifted when I saw one of the women from the agency in a heated exchange in Chinese with the doctors, then with someone on her cellphone. We pleaded with her for information.

“It’s not good,” she said.


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Happy Mother's Day.

1 Comments:

Blogger Red Thread to my Daughter said...

Hi,
I love your blog and visit a lot. I have even posted off of yours so certain articles that move me (hope you don't mind).. This is an incredible story. Thank you for sharing.

Lisa

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