You’ve heard of a Cabbage Patch Kid? Well, my newborn daughter joined the ranks of the Salmon Patch Kids when she arrived.
Someone laughed at her, “Oh, she’s got a Stork Bite!”
A nurse, said, “Don’t worry, it’s just an ‘Angel’s Kiss’.”
What? I was dismayed! What WAS a Stork Bite? What WAS an ‘Angel’s Kiss’? To me, they sounded like polar opposites! Was it harmful? Was it permanent?
Damaged goods. My new little baby wasn’t “perfect”? My saddened heart quivered.
How insensitive people can be, especially to a new mother whose hormones are wildly vacillating! After I cried, I wanted to scratch out their eyes!
Unlike today, there was no access to a computer or internet via phone, and no one was helping to explain what was on my baby’s face!
As I stared at my newborn, the strawberry patch on her forehead seemed HUGE. Her little eyelid was also involved. The trauma of birth had already left her tiny face and nose flattened, and now she was discolored.
I’m a sure it was my imagination, but every time I looked at her, it seemed like that the patchy-pink blotch was spreading! Of course I couldn’t help but see the irregularities on her face, but I had to quit thinking about it!
Allowing certain thoughts in can be unsafe for God’s kids. Mulling them over and over, is detrimental! Thoughts really DO have to be curbed and redirected. It’s easy to say, but harder to do. Nagging worry likes to hammer at one’s inner fiber.
The age-old and familiar Psalms 23 kept coming to mind. “THE LORD is my Shepherd [to feed, guide, and shield me], I shall not lack. He makes me lie down in [fresh, tender] green pastures; He leads me beside the still and restful waters. He refreshes and restores my life (my self); He leads me in the paths of righteousness [uprightness and right standing with Him–not for my earning it, but] for His name’s sake…..” It ended: “Surely or only goodness, mercy, and unfailing love shall follow me all the days of my life, and through the length of my days the house of the Lord [and His presence] shall be my dwelling place. ( Amplified)
While I am not exactly sure why that was comforting, it just was!
I had to make a decision. Settling myself down and getting to the business of caring for my little girl, as a whole little individual, was what I needed to be about. Everything else about her worked, and SHE didn’t know she was “defective”.
We snuggled – she made her baby sounds. Off to sleep we went. Who cares, anyway? She’s mine and I love her.
Before we checked out of the hospital, a doctor mentioned that I didn’t have to worry about her “Salmon Patch”. It was a normal occurrence in babies 35-50% of the time.
Really? Salmon Patch? The name seemed so much less-threatening than the others. Go figure.
My baby’s little tow-head and porcelain skin accented the mark tremendously! The doctor informed me that these types of marks should fade as she grew. The news was good! I breathed just a bit more peacefully.
For the next many months, rude people stared and some made awkward comments.
I paid them no attention! My daughter never knew and I got tired of explaining about what was wrong with her, so I didn’t!
Sure, there was nothing devastating or life-threatening about my daughter’s condition, but, I didn’t understand that at first.
I’m glad I had stored encouraging words in my heart before my daughter was born. The Word of God is powerfully alive and when I needed them, they came up quickly to keep me secure.
Even before I heard the doctor’s re-assuring words, I had obtained peace, and resolve…no matter what I might have to deal with in the future.
Besides, I had my very own Salmon Patch Kid with the brightest, most engaging blue eyes, ever!
I love you Terra!
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