"Don't worry about it, she will help Beck get over the loss and everything will be just find, Charles said, who knows, they might even get married"
For the next few nights, I went to sleep, thinking about another little baby…. Behind the silence.
Altogether, I had five babies and one little three-year-old girl, named Tressa. Each baby was to-tally different. The first baby, Danny, was tiny and very cute. A little boy with a pug nose like a
button. Then came Big John…he weighed eleven pounds and his hands and feet were huge, he had
no hair, and he took his formula in big gulps. But then, he slept better for long periods of time then any of the other ones. Little Mary Lynn was a real beauty. She was seven months old when they brought her to us. She had big brown eyes, olive skin and light brown hair that was in ringlets after her bath. As always with each new baby, we were given a brief history of the mother but not the father. The reason for that was the mother didn't want to reveal who he was, or just didn't know. With Mary Lynn, we were told that her mother was a schoolteacher, around thirty years old and she couldn't continue with her teaching career and take care of her baby, so the choice to give her up was necessary. This beautiful little girl was tested for her IQ and she was in the very high level. Also, she was completely potty trained, could turn the light switch on and off. She was not with us for very long and secretly I envied her new parents. It was a big surprise when we were told by our social worker that they needed a special home for a little baby boy, who had been left on a church door step, and she would be coming to take Mary Lynn to her permanent home. I had just read about it in the newspaper only 2 days earlier. I didn't know just what to expect but I told Charles and Carol Ann the news and they were sad to know we were losing Mary Lynn, but excited about the new one coming. Shocking, is the best word to describe my immediate reaction, when I opened the door to see an officer holding a bundle in his arms. The social worker introduced him and she took the bundle
from his arms and placed him in mine….."He has no name, she said, so we have been calling him
"Little Tony", because we have found out that his mother is Mexican and we are not sure, but his father may be Negro. When I lifted the blanket and saw this little abandon baby, tears come to my eyes. Oh God please let me give this little one the best care I can. Very little information was available about Tony ex-cept they knew his nervous system was not developed and possibly, he had been exposed to drugs. For the next few weeks, we hovered over Tony like brand new parents do with their first child. We all took turns feeding him, and Charles didn't say a word about his dark skin. He looked more Ne-gro then Mexican. When I took him out with me to the market or drug store, I could see strange stares from people in the check out line. Cute baby, is he yours? Or how old is THE baby? And one lady just come right out and ask if my baby was BLACK. We became very attached to Little Tony. After his bath, I would put him on our big bed and hold him by feet, raising his legs up and down real gentle and sing to him. I gave him the nickname of
"Loving Spoonful"…Someday, your going to break some girl's heart, I thought.
At two months old, I felt it was safe to take Tony to church with us. His feeding and sleeping hab-