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A baby boy abandoned by doctors to die after a botched abortion was found alive nearly a day later. The 22-week infant died one day later in intensive care at a hospital in the mother’s home town of Rossano in southern Italy.
The mother, pregnant for the first time, had opted for an abortion after prenatal scans suggested that her baby was disabled.
However, the infant survived the procedure, carried out on Saturday in the Rossano Calabro hospital, and was left by doctors to die.
He was discovered alive the following day – some 20 hours after the operation – by Father Antonio Martello, the hospital chaplain, who had gone to pray beside his body.
He found that the baby, wrapped in a sheet with his umbilical cord still attached, was moving and breathing.
► continue reading article (dated 4/28/10) at The Telegraph . . .
KitchenAid Mixer
I’ve wanted a KitchenAid mixer for the past twelve years. I could have easily saved up for it, or charged it on a credit card, or asked my mother for it or whatever other normal way us women go about getting themselves something.
NO, not me. I have to pine away for it for years while repeatedly telling myself that it didn’t matter how badly I wanted it, the cost wasn’t worth it. So rather than carefully placing it into my shopping cart every time I went to the Target, I simply stretched my arms out wide and gave it a big hug.
Right there in the Target.
Right there in the middle of the aisle.
YES, it looked as ridiculous as I just described.
Come Mother’s Day morning and I’m awaken with GQ whispering in my ear:
GQ: What time do you need to get up for Mass?
Me: Five o’clock.
GQ: It’s 5:15.
Me: Aaaah!
Instead of getting immediately into the shower, GQ insisted we go downstairs first. And there it was. An enormous box wrapped in leftover wrapping paper from the last “gig” I was invited to earlier that month. The children were all standing around it beaming in excitement and clearly in on the secret in that box.
Me, on the other hand, had no clue. Probably because it was now 5:16 in the morning and I was still sleeping. Then I tore through the wrapping paper and there it was!
And surprisingly . . . I didn’t hug it! Thankfully, GQ doesn’t suffer from “buyer’s remorse.”
You’re the best, sweetie!
Mother’s Day morning was spent with my mother and the afternoon was spent with my mother-in-law and we all had such a great time. However, I’ve decided to rename the day: Grandmother’s Day.
Happy belated Mother’s Day ladies!
It’s Albert Einstein
Ah, where do I begin? I have not had much internet access in a while due to . . . well, I’m not exactly sure. Then miraculously it decided to work this morning. Maybe this is a good thing. While I was away so many things happened. One involved head, gash, blood and an urgent care doctor who looked like Albert Einstein in a lab coat.
Instead of grossing everyone out, I thought we could move on to prettier things. Thanks to “the photographer” in our family, I have photos! That and I had a special email request by a reader to see how our garden is growing. From the looks of the sunburn on our skin and the achy muscles we all like to complain about . . . wait, that’s just me. Otherwise it seems to be going quite well.
ONION
Believe it or not, those purple flowers are sprouting from one of our onions.
Nothing to see here but our cutey Dominican and some high sticks. Our next door neighbor asked my oldest son this morning what all the sticks were for. I thought about this for a second and imagined that by now the whole neighborhood is probably wondering the same thing.
I will now remove you from the suspense . . . they’re for the tomato plants.
SNAP PEAS covered in morning dew.
RED LEAF LETTUCE given to us for free because we’re such great heirloom-seed-buying-customers. Yes, that’s a real title. Look it up!
SPINACH which is just about ready to be clipped. Remember, if you’re growing spinach, clip it often.
RED BEETS
ONIONS . . . or leeks. Not exactly sure. We’ll keep you posted!
ECHINACEA (aka: purple cone-flowers) which made it through our transplanting. Last fall Anna and I moved a bunch of these out of our vegetable garden and into our little asparagus patch. All but one made it. Yeah!
All photos were brought to you today by none other than “the photographer” up there and not Albert Einstein in a lab coat. Thank goodness!