On June 9, 1987 the statement in an Carpenter's Song came true. "On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to make a dream come true" and Sheryl Anne Cain, was born at Rochester General Hospital. Like other stories of the birth of special children Sheryl's birth also had some special drama.
She was born to an older mother who had thought she was finished having children after five. Her mother had a stroke while only six weeks pregnant, an event that could have ended Sheryl's entry. Her mother developed blood pressure problems and had to be hospitalized once, another baby threatening development. And because of the blood pressure issue a cecerian birth was scheduled a week earlier than planned. There was some definite tension.
I was awake for Sheyl's birth and Dad was there with me. He had never been able to be there for any of his other kids. And he didn't faint. He stayed up at my head with the anesthesia doctor. Sheryl made her announcement with some good crying, "Here I am world."
Sheryl and I stayed in a room together for the 3 or 4 days in the hospital. Soon after her birth we began to have some visitors I didn't know, Nurses who wanted to see the baby.
One nurse told me, " I heard there was this most beautiful baby born with a perfect head and beautiful black hair." The news had spread.
But shock! When I went to change Sheryl's diaper I noticed that one of her little butt buns was blue like it was bruised. I called in a nurse and showed her and asked how this got there. Had they given Sheryl a shot. It looked like a huge bruise. She called in the physicians assistant who checked it and then left to find out. He finally came back with some very odd questions. " Do you have any African American heritage?" Answer, No.
"Do you have any Asian heritage?" Again Answer, No. "Why are you asking these strange
questions?" "Because your baby has a Mongolian Spot. That's what the big blue spot is on her buttocks. It only occurs on babies of black or Asian heritage. You're sure you don't have any in your family? What about your husband's family?" My head was swirling with questions. After 18 years of marriage was there something Dad still had not told me about his family? Maybe even he didn't know. "My husband does have native American ancestry."
I told the doctor. " That qualifies too, as Asian.", he said. " So there's nothing wrong with her?" I double checked. "Nothing. She is beautiful and healthy. A blue blood."
So Sheryl became the punctuation mark at the end of our children who are all " beautiful blue bloods" meaning royal and fantastic. Go to the March page of our 2007 calendar and you will see the truthfulness of this statement.
Happy Birthday to Sheryl, Golden Child (which is another story)
She was born to an older mother who had thought she was finished having children after five. Her mother had a stroke while only six weeks pregnant, an event that could have ended Sheryl's entry. Her mother developed blood pressure problems and had to be hospitalized once, another baby threatening development. And because of the blood pressure issue a cecerian birth was scheduled a week earlier than planned. There was some definite tension.
I was awake for Sheyl's birth and Dad was there with me. He had never been able to be there for any of his other kids. And he didn't faint. He stayed up at my head with the anesthesia doctor. Sheryl made her announcement with some good crying, "Here I am world."
Sheryl and I stayed in a room together for the 3 or 4 days in the hospital. Soon after her birth we began to have some visitors I didn't know, Nurses who wanted to see the baby.
One nurse told me, " I heard there was this most beautiful baby born with a perfect head and beautiful black hair." The news had spread.
But shock! When I went to change Sheryl's diaper I noticed that one of her little butt buns was blue like it was bruised. I called in a nurse and showed her and asked how this got there. Had they given Sheryl a shot. It looked like a huge bruise. She called in the physicians assistant who checked it and then left to find out. He finally came back with some very odd questions. " Do you have any African American heritage?" Answer, No.
"Do you have any Asian heritage?" Again Answer, No. "Why are you asking these strange
questions?" "Because your baby has a Mongolian Spot. That's what the big blue spot is on her buttocks. It only occurs on babies of black or Asian heritage. You're sure you don't have any in your family? What about your husband's family?" My head was swirling with questions. After 18 years of marriage was there something Dad still had not told me about his family? Maybe even he didn't know. "My husband does have native American ancestry."
I told the doctor. " That qualifies too, as Asian.", he said. " So there's nothing wrong with her?" I double checked. "Nothing. She is beautiful and healthy. A blue blood."
So Sheryl became the punctuation mark at the end of our children who are all " beautiful blue bloods" meaning royal and fantastic. Go to the March page of our 2007 calendar and you will see the truthfulness of this statement.
Happy Birthday to Sheryl, Golden Child (which is another story)
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Sheryl really was a beautiful baby. Aside from having a blue bum, we used to always tease her that her butt never grew.
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