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Note: Homebirth
She was born at home with 3 great aunts, 2 great uncles, "adopted" great grandfather, grandmother, "adopted" grandfather, 4-5 second cousins and two lay midwives in attendence. Her Uncles were sent to school that day but all 3 had complained of various stomach issues at the exact time frame she was born.
nbsp; I was only 16, but I personnally chose to have a homebirth because I had just spent several years in the hospital after my car accident. Anyways, I was wanting to do the whole "natural" thing with her, Homebirth, breast feeding, cloth diaphers, homemade babyfood, my following childeren were grateful I changed my mind on all that, believe me. Anyways, my mild hadn't come in yet, and come Thanksgiving Day, she was sitting at the table eating mashed potatoes and gravy with Mema.
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Note: worst mistake EVERY!!
I was in the process of moving in with my current spouse, Phillip Valdez. That summer she stayed with my mother until I could get things moved to take her home with me. We had decided to purchase a pool that summer for all the kids, my brothers included, who were minors as well. She had snuck out the back door on the person who was watching her, tried to put her lifevest on, didnt succeed, and jumped into the pool. The pool hadn't been cleaned yet, and she lost her footing and drown. My brother's searched for her, found her in the pool and called the police. Major problem was, the first officer on the scene was a female officer, who promptly accused the brother who was responsible for her of molesting her and drowning her. Because of this officer, not ony did we lose our most precious gift, but my brother was scarred for life. Because of this, he went down the path of drugs and alchol, and no matter how messed up he got, he was still excessively careful to not have kids to his dying day. My fathers ONLY living natural son NEVER had kids and My daughter had to have an autopsy, cut up, which I desperately did not want but because of this..."OFFICER" I had to deal with yet more emotional torment.
The whole thing about her saying "unca junor do'd it" well, one weekend my brother Jr went out and spent the weekend with some friends out of town. Stacy was home, and she KNEW she was never to write on the walls. Well, that saturday she drew on the walls. when Mema asked why she did it, she promptly said, "Mema, me no drewd on the wall" Mema says then who did it? Promptly, not dropping a beat, she says "Uncca Junor do'd it, Mema" Mema goes but uncle jr isn't here are you sure, she says yes he did. So my poor brother comes home Sunday night, My mom just goes off on him for drawing on the wall, he's got the whole deer in the headlight look, going I've been gone I didn't do it. Well, stacy, hearing uncle jr getting into trouble, comes running into the livingroom, hugs jr, and says "unca junor no do'd it Mema I do'd it" ...omg, that had all of us just rolling, and jr still with the deer in the headlight look....rflmao
adult training come in because she had everyone trained to mind her. If she wanted candy, everyone went down to the corner store and brought back a handful of candy. If she broke her bouncy ball, down to walmart we went to get a new one, EVERY DAY. And when it was bedtime, when the adult there was humming and rocking her to sleep, like you do with all babies, she'd do the same and pat your chest. Sleepy town grown up, and she'd take off and have run of the house. When Mema and Mommy came home, she'd be passed out chest and head on a chair with her legs hanging to the floor.
p; I've got a picture Mema went and got of her in her little fru fru summer dress and her red patent leather mary janes. Mema looked away and she pulls up the front of her dress showing her tummy, and Mema caught her and tells her little girls don't show their boobies, she drops it down and smiles all cheezy, and the photographer just snaps it. Love that picture.
he had this doll, Mema and Papa took her to get christmas shopping, and she had to have this doll, little rag doll. But, it was the ONLY purple doll there, way up by the ceiling, and Papa had to monkey climb to get it. a big 6' 200+ shaggy haired man climbing up to get this toy for a tiny little blonde.
that, EVERY pair of shoes she had, boots, high tops, dress shoes, what ever, HAD to have those taps on them, and I made Mema pay to have them put on.
nny. She was a tomboy who ALWAYS had to dress pretty, lacy, dress shoes, whatever. She played outside alot. Played with bugs and animals and mud. EXCEPT crickets. She absolutely hated them. And my brothers would chase her around the house with these "Macy Bugs". Even to this day I will not kill a "Macy Bug". just can't bring myself to do it. We had gotten her this big t-shirt, green, with a stairs and a brother "cricket" scaring the sister "cricket" with a human on a string, kinda like a spider on a string only a person doll.
Age: 22m
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She was our angel. We could never ever imagine how much she touched us all. My mother had been with a man she loved dearly for 10yrs. When she died, it was like the whole family was blown up. She and Frank broke up, I kinda went nutty for many years, not cerifiable, but nutty. I had just gotten together with my husband phillip, also the father to my son, and her death affected that realtionship. It formed the whole framework for raising my other childeren. I couldn't even let go of them for long years. My brother Jr, till the day he died, he blamed himself. He knew he wasn't at fault, but none the less... Donnie as well, and he wasn't even home at the time. Franks family and his job helped pay alot on her funeral, and the remander as well as the burial service was paid for/taken care of by phillips family. Honestly, I didn't ever know just how much it truly affected phillip until he and I got back together and remarried many years later. At her service, we had a graveside service. I did not know how many people cared about both her and myself until then. We'd had so many people there from the community it made me cry. From school, work, even strangers that I didn't even know knew us.
On a side note, no there's not much mention of her father. Pesonal abandonment issues. The ONLY time in her short life he EVER tried to see her was the night before her funeral, we had a morning for her. When it was time for the funeral home to close that night, on our way out, in this "man" walks in, in full dress uniform for the national guard to "pay his respects" for his daughter. I was already a tottal mess, and If it hadn't been for my husband literally grabbing me and bear hugging me, I tottally would've grabbed my girl out of her coffin and ran away with her, I didn't have any idea where or exactly why, but I was damn sure NOT gonna let him take my baby away from me. From the time he left me to the time she died, I'd heard rumors from some of his family that he was gonna take my child. His mother didn't even want her or claim her. The only family of his that tried to see her or anything was one of his sisters and his father. Phillip really did love that child.
Age: 22m
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