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All Just Ordinary
Me and my daughter Natasha 1988… (she has her baby book!)
It was an Ordinary day in March, not too cold and not too warm, and it was an Ordinary birth. The birth didn’t take too long nor was it too short. It was Just Ordinary.
The baby was under seven pounds. They counted ten fingers and ten toes. All Ordinary.
All in all an Ordinary girl.
Except right above her left eyebrow was a large lump.
The nurse, the baby’s grandmother and the mothers’ mother didn’t think it looked Ordinary. The doctor was drunk but that was Ordinary. In their small midwestern Minnesota town, population 301, he was the only doctor and he had been drunk since his wife died years ago. The drunk doctor sliced if off with a knife and told the nurse to stitch it up.
The nurse grandmother said he was lucky it wasn’t attached to the baby’s brain. The doctor scoffed and all was back to Ordinary.
In ten years the baby girl’s brother would throw a board at her and hit her right above the right eyebrow. Six stitches matching the left six stitches. Sounds Ordinary to me.
The baby’s mom thought it was funny to give her empty bottles so she didn’t have to change her diapers. But that was Ordinary, wasn’t it?
All Just Ordinary.
PS I don’t have a photo of me as a baby. My mom said I don’t deserve to have my baby book. She didn’t say what my crimes were yet we can imagine they were quite heinous to be denied your own baby book! (Lol!)
