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Pennies from Heaven

For those of you who are interested in Luis, the Rotary Gift of Life baby we’re hosting this week, here’s an update. And, because I’m me, a story to go with it.

His heart surgery was a week ago. They found two defects instead of one, landing him in the Pediatric ICU at MUSC for three days. His mom, Meredith, stayed with him at the hospital until he was discharged on Sunday. His home for the next week will be our freezing old house that has been taken over by baby paraphernalia. Seriously, I never knew babies needed so much stuff.

What is bizarre is that I seem to be the only person who can get him to sleep.

Perhaps I had a good teacher. I can remember being very tiny, and my Mom would rock me to sleep in a creaky antique rocking chair. She would hold me close, rub my eyelids and sing the song “Pennies from Heaven” to me.

I’m sure she sang others, but that’s the one I remember. The words to that song must’ve been burned into my brain as an infant. I can still croon every last one of them today.

And, I have, with the few babies I’ve been fortunate enough to keep over the years. My niece, Molly, loved that song so much as a baby that she would wave her hand at me for more when I stopped singing it to her. My ‘may-as-well-be’ niece Cayleigh loved it, too, snuggling up for a one-song-on-repeat set before bedtime, stubbornly refusing to nod off until I’d sung it at least three times in a row.

And now, Luis is a Pennies addict. While I tried a couple of songs from my limited child tune repertoire, “Pennies from Heaven” was the only song that worked.

It’s a tough song for me to sing. Not technically, but emotionally. More than any other song I know, that one reminds me of my gorgeous, young mother, pouring herself into me, her firstborn. For the rest of my life, if I need to recall my mother’s voice, I will hear that song in my head, her impeccable rendition calling down through the tunnel of time.

Every time I sing it, I almost cry. Always, I think of my Mom and see her rubbing my eyelids, serenading me to sleep.

I’m Having a Baby

Please, let me type something immediately. I don’t want to get my poor mother’s hopes up to be dashed by the rest of this entry. I’m having a baby come live in my house for a week.

An actual infant is coming to stay with me for a whole week in December. Luis is from Panama, and he’s three or four months old. He has a fatal heart defect, and he’s coming with his mom to MUSC to have it repaired through Rotary International‘s Gift of Life program.

And, I’m freaking out. I can’t remember when I changed a diaper, especially one of those boy diapers with their streaming projectile surprises. The last time I did one of those, I think, was when I babysat my high school principal’s son, whose cloth diapers and sick tummy put me off of keeping children again for any amount of money.

My friend Amber’s daughter Elena breaks into shrieks whenever I come into her line of vision: shrieking fits of terror, that is. I think she’ll remember me when she’s 50 as the “scary woman who always made her scream.” I guess I just have that look.

Plus, I don’t have a single, solitary baby thing in the house. Do I need a changing table? A crib? A playpen? Toys? Do three-month-olds even play with toys? Or, do they just sort of lie there?

Oh, and I forgot to mention another thing: his mother only speaks Spanish. I can say ‘hola’ and ‘gracias’ and ‘quesadilla’ and ‘no mas,’ and that’s about the extent of it. Luckily for me, MTM still speaks Spanish, sort of. He claims that he’s forgotten it all, and then, when pressed into a situation where he has to use it, he magically transforms himself into this fast-talking, hot Latin man.

In spite of my utter terror of tiny people and my mounting doubts regarding my own abilities, I think Gift of Life is one of the coolest things on earth. Rotarians donate their own funds to pay for life-saving surgeries for children from third-world countries, and the doctors and nurses at MUSC give their time and expertise. Over the years, the East Cooper Breakfast Rotary Club and MUSC have combined forces to save more than 100 children from around the world.

If I don’t drop Luis on his head or put his diaper on backwards, this should be the best Christmas gift I’ve witnessed in a long time – maybe ever.

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