Baby, remember my name!

My Name Is Nobody

S weet wine, unblended, served Odysseus well in the escape with his companions from the Cyclops' cave during his epic return to Ithaca. The wine, a gift from Maron, grandson of Dionysus, was exceptional. " When he drank it he mixed twenty parts of water to one of wine, and yet the fragrance from the mixing bowl was so exquisite that it was impossible to refrain from drinking. " Odysseus carried...

How I Kept My Baby Well

a baby's own mother." She confesses that to begin with, in spite of her college training, she was "a novice at baby culture," but adds in extenuation of her shortcomings, that if she were "going in for chickens, or pigs, there would be schools, universities, and government pamphlets galore at her service, but when she would raise only a human baby, universities and government bureaus are silent...

Take good care of my baby.

I Said Goodbye to My Baby

Responsibility was mine The decision to part with my baby girl was the most difficult one I have ever had to make. It took months of talking to myself at night, soul-searching and much heartache, until I arrived at my decision. Of course, welfare workers, almoners and the adoption society made every effort to help, to advise and so on, but the ultimate responsibility was mine and mine alone. If...

He was my son, not a dying baby.

Conversing happily with my son we had been driving home when my mobile phone rang. Startled at the sound of my obstetrician’s voice I had pulled off to the side of the road. At 18 weeks gestation I was told in a factual tone that the results from my serum screen had come back, indicating that our baby was at increased risk of Trisomy 18. Gripping the steering wheel my head had spun as he talked...