As the mother of three micro preemies, I can whole heartily say, having a micro preemie is not fun. In fact, it is anything but glamorous and fun. It is a daily journey, hour by hour, day to day with little time to focus on anything but that fragile, teeny, pitiful looking soul, trying to survive in the NICU.
I still have bad memories of the feelings and guilt from those NICU days. When CJ was ten days old and I held him for the first time, I went home and immediately deleted all the photos of him from day 2-9. I did not want to have memories of him looking like that. In retrospect, I wish I still had them, but at the time, I was so distraught I could not stomach the thought of him looking so frail and helpless.
When we go back and visit our nurses, the smell and sounds of the unit itself make me dry heave. Having a child in the Neo Natal Intensive Care wing is a club no one wants to join-- or perhaps, some warped folks think they do.
Jeff and I were in TJ Maxx last night. I saw a grown woman, probably in her 50's pushing a shopping cart with a tiny newborn baby in an infant seat. I had to get a closer look because I still get baby fever. When I got close enough to see the little princess, I suspected she was not only a newborn, but also a preemie. She had that preemie look that only another preemie parent could pick up on. I told the woman, "Your baby is darling." She smiled and was beaming with pride, then, she said, "You know she is a reborn preemie." I nodded, and thought it was odd that an infant could be a born again Christian when in fact, they were just born- but whatever.
The conversation got weirder and weirder:
Lady: Reborn Preemies are created to look and feel like real babies.
Me: Huh? You mean, that baby is not real?
Lady: Right, she is a doll created by an artist, you can buy them on ebay.
Me: Ummmm okay, so you are carrying her in the car seat for fun?
Lady: I just love to show her off, her name is Sarah and she weighed 3 pounds 3 ounces when she was reborn.
Me: How much does she weigh now? (Laughing)
Lady: Once she was finished and filled her weight was complete at 4 pounds.
Me: I see. Great. She is darling (you sick whack job)
I swear, I was dumbfounded. I walked away in amazement. I watched a middle aged woman shopping with her doll. It was crazy to me. The more I thought about it the more I was kind of pissed off. Who in their right mind wants to have a preemie in real life or for imaginary play? OMG- how sick is that?
So of course, I had to go on ebay and see how much these precious pretend preemies cost. I was mesmerized by the whole thing, sure, but when I saw the prices, I about soiled myself. These artisan reborn dolls are $300 and up. FOR A DOLL.
Oh but wait, it gets crazier. There are websites that sell the NICU props so that you can pose your preemie for photos. If you have ever had a baby that is using a pulse ox, a nasal canula and a nebulizer, you know the last thing you want to see is a doll mimicking that experience.
I was mortified at these images of dolls pretending to be preemie patients. These are photos I cut and pasted from some of the ebay auctions.
These are labeled by the "nursery" that sells them and thus, represents the various artists that created them.
From looking at the photos you can see why I really thought the doll in the shopping cart was in fact, a real living baby. Did you know there are clubs, internet fourms, artist groups and galleries for the fine folks that become the doll's adoptive parents. Isn't this just nuts?
I am old enough to remember when people were adopting Cabbage Patch dolls. They bought outfits and accessories. It was silly. These dolls are taking that theme to the absolute extreme. Apparently, these reborn dolls are highly collected. I can almost understand collecting dolls, almost. I just can't grasp why a grown woman would want to take her doll out shopping, at TJ Maxx no less. Oy, the insanity of it.
So as much as I love trends and collecting expensive things, this is one time when I can say, been there, done that, FOR REAL. This takes faking it to a whole new level.
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