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June 23, 2006

Preemie Antics at the Grocery Store

It's hot here in California.


When you look outside you can see heat steaming off the sidewalks. Even the bugs look like they are sweating. I tell ya, it's smokin'.

So to avoid the truly hot weather later this afternoon Daisy and I decided (yes, we sat down and actually talked this over) to get our errands done early. We ran to the bank and then headed over to our favorite grocery store. It's our favorite because it has great produce (you should SEE the watermelons!), a wonderful butcher, open airy aisles and they empty your cart AND bag for you. It's awesome.

We were in the meat section and Daisy was busy chewing on the seat belt of her floppy when a little old lady came down the way. She stopped and smiled at Daisy who in turn smiled right back. Then this little old lady started to dance around, this sort of polka move and and of course Daisy laughed and started to do her baby bounce dance. But then this sweet old lady made a mistake, she sort of zoomed in like an airplane and got in Daisy's face. WHACK. Daisy whacked her right on the nose.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing hysterically. She seemed shocked, and of course I started to apologize but then she laughed and said that everyone, even babies, has personal space. By this time Daisy had gone back to chewing on her belt and the sweet old lady was forgotten.

As we continued to wander the store and buy things I probably didn't need (but that 20 pack of paper towel was on SALE!!!) people, especially women, kept stopping to talk to me about my beautiful baby, my gorgeous baby. I smiled and nodded, saying thank you and trying to keep them away from the cart as much as I could without being too rude.

Finally we got to the checkout, and the cashier asked me how old Daisy is. I pondered for just a moment as to whether or not to tell her the long version, or the short. Well, since I bought everything in the store I decided to go for the long version, I said, "Actually she'll be 1 in a little over a week."

Here's the rest of the conversation:

Cashier: "Wow, she's actually pretty small eh?"

Me: (smiling) "Yep, she's come a long way. She was a little early."

Cashier: "Oh yeah, how early?"

Me: "About three months."

Cashier (gasping): "That's more than a little early. How much did she weigh?"

Me: "2 and a half pounds."

Cashier: "And what does she weigh now?"

Me: "About 17 1/2."

Cashier: "She's AMAZING."

Me: (beaming, smiling, proud mama) "I know."

Cashier: "My first daughter was born 7 weeks early. She was only 4 lbs and spent a month in the hospital. She just graduated tops in her college class and is brilliant."

Me: "That's awesome. Congrats!"

I had a moment with this cashier - we bonded over prematurity. It happens in the strangest places sometimes. As terrible and scary as prematurity is, it sure brings out the best in people, their strength, their compassion and their love.

Dressed Up Daisy

Posted by sam at June 23, 2006 11:59 AM in Sam rant

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