Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Candy Shue
In
the Land of Second Chances
Gillian
came into the world a month early--insisting on being born in the wee morning
hours of Halloween, instead of during Thanksgiving vacation, her official due
date. Some of the nurses were
already wandering around the hospital corridors in their costumes, so I wasn’t
hallucinating when I saw Raggedy Anne and a tie-dyed Hippie passing by my room
as I tried to ride out a wave of crowning contractions that doubled me over and
had me gasping in a very un-Lamaze-like way.
She
came out red-faced and fighting mad.
Maybe there were ill winds--or ghosts and witches in the air. Whatever it was, Gillian chomped down
so hard on the delivering doctor’s finger that he yelled, “Ow! She bit me!” in a loudly shocked
voiced. How could a newborn gum a
full-grown guy so hard?--she didn’t even have any teeth, for god’s sake! And what was the doctor doing with his
finger in my daughter’s mouth, anyway?
My
sister-in-law the Astrologer informed us that in addition to being a Halloween Witch,
Gillian was also a Double Scorpio, a two-fold-whammy fire sign. And my parents, as proud Chinese
grandparents, were ecstatic that Gillian was not only born in 2000, The Year of
the Dragon, she was born in the Year of The
Golden Dragon, a very auspicious
and special event that only occurred once every 144 years. Apparently, we had hit a tri-fecta of
cultural good omens.
Whatever
the reason--the Greek stars or the Chinese ones--in her first hours on the
planet, Gillian would stop breathing, turn blue, and be rushed into the Newborn
Intensive Care Unit, where the doctors festooned her with electronics that
monitored her heart rate, temperature, and blood oxygen levels. Allie, coming in to meet the new family
member, took one look at all the tubes and wires coming out of her younger
sister’s head and hands and dubbed her “The Octopus Baby, “ which made the
nurses laugh and laugh. At a
whopping 5 pounds, 6 ounces, Gillian was full-term in their eyes; they had much
preemie-er babies to worry about.
My
mother had always said that bad luck came in threes, but she usually only
brought this up after seeing that some old movie star had died, so I thought it
only applied to celebrities.
Gillian was colicky, sure, but who wouldn’t be after a bumpy beginning like
that? Ok, so her cry was as
piercing as a baby pterodactyl’s and it made my husband want to escape to the
other side of the house, but that’s what earplugs were made for, right? Yes, she liked being up at 2am and
asleep at 10am, which was highly inconvenient. And sometimes she scared the bejesus out of me at night when
I would go into her room to find her sitting up in her crib, giving me her
creepy Cabbage Patch Baby stare--all bald head and huge dark unblinking
eyes. “Look,” my sister crowed,
taking a ghastly picture of Gillian sitting ET-like amid a sofa full of
hairless, cast-off dolls that even my nieces refused to play with anymore,
“Gillian has found her people!”
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