![]() I don’t know squat about babies, but I knew one thing: this baby is not well. He was bundled up in the carrier, smaller than the baby doll that had been there the day before. If I had been gutsy enough to pick him up (which I was not), he would have fit in my hands. I did a double take at the baby carrier because, at first, I didn’t realize he was in it. ![]() I stopped by and met Michael on his first day with Darcy’s family. This would be her 7 th foster child.ĭarcy was in baby mode, a blur of positive, organizing energy, chatting and creating space for this baby that had been dropped off to her home with just a few hours notice. When Michael was discharged from the NICU, the agency called my friend, Darcy, and asked her if she could open her home to another drug-exposed infant. Since the launch of Generation Justice, I have read hundreds of these stories, maybe thousands. ![]() He spent three weeks in the NICU, and was discharged weighing only 5 lbs. He was abandoned, withdrawing from drugs and in pain. Michael was born on the floor of a bus station.
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