The weather on the East side of the mountains here in Washington State has taken a decidedly cold turn, and so I had to get out the heavy comforter-and I remembered this…
The first spring after Amy was born, we were living in Western New York-where winter can last into May. (We had snow on Mother’s Day one year!) Our bedding was inadequate- we had recently moved from milder Corvallis Oregon-and so we decided to get a something warmer. We went to the one and only department store for miles around and we picked out a beautiful blue and green plaid flannel comforter.
We took it home and put it on the bed-and it looked great. Later in the day we were also expecting a visit from my husband’s sister. As we sat on the bed, admiring Amy and the new comforter-we decided that a walk would be in order before Cindy arrived. We bundled Amy up and put her in her stroller and went out into the brisk winter air. After a quick trip around the neighborhood-we called it good and went home. As we were unwrapping Amy-my heart literally stopped. Amy’s head was blue! I felt like I'd been hit by lightening! Fearing she had hypothermia, or frost bite, I called the hospital. ( 15 miles away over icy snowy roads.) They were very alarmed and concerned as well-and gave us instructions for warming her up and monitoring her body temperature. (Normal.)
Enter Cindy-in the midst of this crisis. We explained what was happening-and I’m sure she was a bit unsettled at having arrived in the middle of such an emergency. I don’t remember exactly what we did other that bundle Amy up and take her temperature every few minutes. (Normal, normal, and normal again.) And wait.
After awhile-Amy still appeared to be ok. She didn’t seem to be in any pain or discomfort and seemed like a typical happy baby. We were mystified.
We didn’t get an explanation of what had happened until the next day-when I made the bed. After smoothing the new comforter into place-I saw my hands. Yes-they were blue!
The funny thing-is that Cindy brought Amy a cute knitted hat that resembled a blueberry. We still have that hat too-but the comforter? We couldn’t get rid of it fast enough!
