Jacob Weerasinghe, 5, raised over 250 dollars Saturday for Haitian earthquake victims at Lutak Lumber selling hot cocoa. "His Uncle Roger bought two cups for forty dollars and someone else gave a hundred dollars" dad Nishan said. He told me that he didn't think Jacob paid much attention when the TV news was on, but apparently he does. "He saw the bodies," Nishan said, " especially all the children, and he wanted to help." Nishan figured his little boy could set up the winter version of a lemonade stand at the lumber yard. Nishan's family has helped with other relief efforts.
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Lucy said that all you have to do to get a baby to sleep is put them in the hat rack on your plane and fly to 5,000 feet. She said the same thing works for ornery drunks, although they sometimes have to go higher. "The blood oxygen level drops" with altitude, she explained, sipping her tea.
Light snow covered the car this morning as Eliza left for Morning Muscles class at 5:45. The snow banks in the driveway are like walls, taller than the car roof, and the road was white. The lights of the airport twinkled up the river. We didn't see another vehicle until we pulled into the Chilkat Center, then the familiar all wheel drive rigs pulled into the half-cleared spaces near the back door or tucked in next to a high snow berm. Inside, everyone asked about the baby, some had seen the pictures.
As I watched a TV news clip of the Navy hospital ship Comfort cruising to Haiti to help with the relief effort, my first thought was that the cruise lines (that also frequent Alaska in the summer) should send a ship (or three) to help house the injured and provide food and water and support for the relief crews as well.
Today I am housekeeping, answering mail, and getting organized. (The Christmas lights really should come off the porch.) But I wanted you to know that the Alaska Dispatch column about the baby's birth is up (apparently the column is now posted late Sunday for Monday morning readers.) Also, if you go to Bartlett hospital's site you may see a photo of baby Caroline.
They call the new obstetric wing of the Bartlett hospital "Bartlett Beginnings". The birthing rooms are the kind I had hoped to have when I was injured and in a nursing home. They are big and airy with wood floors and a tall wall of windows. But the best thing is the people, especially the nurses. Sarah dubbed Margie "Nurse Google", because she said she knew the answers to all of her questions. "You are better than my laptop," Sarah told her.
Caroline Cooper Elliott arrived at 10:32 am at Bartlett Regional Hospital. She weighs 7lbs. 13oz. and has big blue eyes, long arms and legs and an animated face. She watches everything. She is so good natured her mom, who is doing great too, said she may call her Happy. Her dad was crying he was so happy. She has made made us all very, very happy too.
Yes, yesterday brought high excitement. Timing and breathing and walking up and down the halls. But by last night little baby Caroline decided she'd rather sleep in the womb than the cute little bassinet next to Sarah's bed. The good news is that we are one day closer to seeing her. We have to be. I'm doing the deep breathing now, the kind that centers a person. The kind that reminds you, as my more patient friends say, to be in the moment. What a moment this is.
It is not a good idea to have jalapenos on pizza. We tried that last night and no one felt very good afterwards. The baby, it seems, is the only one that didn't have indigestion. She's quite comfortable inside my daughter. The good news is that I have another daughter coming to Juneau on the ferry this evening to assist with the birth, and she is an EMT.
Sarah says she will be the first woman who is pregnant forever, and that we all should get used it. So today, instead of talking a gentle walk in the snow and sipping raspberry leaf tea, we have decided to spend the day snowboarding at Eaglecrest. Sarah says she can get down the hill just fine. I have never snowboarded, but she assures me it is easy. Luckily I brought a helmet.