How about a memory? When Eleanor was born, she had beautiful dark skin and hair (clearly from her Daddy’s Native American influence and not my ultra day-glo pedigree). Her hair was almost black and it was long… especially in a strip down the middle of her head. Over the first few months as her newborn hair fell out/wore out, the mohawk remained. I even had to snip about three strands of it that got into her eyes. People would often ask us if we cut her hair that way? Nope, it’s just how she came! She was a pretty contented baby most of the time although she had a fondness for binkies which her sister had never displayed. She often had a fairly serious look on her face and her dad always thought she looked like, “do you guys really know what you’re doing? I don’t think you do… you say you do, but I’m not sure.” And when she was born, Bella had just turned two six weeks earlier so I was sure she would not want to say Eleanor, and instead we nicknamed her Nora. But from the beginning, Bella regarded her as ‘Baby Eleanor’ or to be more exact, ‘Baby Ey ya nor’. So sweet!
Amy Hannan Lieuallen Each of your posts have me crying, smiling, and grieving with you – I love seeing these and knowing what you are feeling and how to pray for you. I also believe that your transparency will help others that have gone through this and will go through this in the future. Love you Susan!!