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Copyright 2016 by Kelley Benham French and Thomas French
Cover and author photographs courtesy of the authors
Cover design by Mario J. Pulice
Cover copyright 2016 by Hachette Book Group, Inc.
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Photographs are courtesy of the authors. All others are courtesy of Cherie Diez.
The lyrics are from Waitin On a Sunny Day by Bruce Springsteen.
The lyrics are from Thats the Way That the World Goes Round by John Prine.
Kelleys prayer for Juniper is borrowed from Tina Feys Mothers Prayer for Its Daughter in Bossypants, copyright 2011 by Little Stranger, Inc.
ISBN 978-0-316-32440-3
E3-20160728-JV-PC
Zoo Story
South of Heaven
Unanswered Cries
For Junebug
We are unfashioned creatures, but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselvessuch a friend ought to bedo not lend his aid to perfectionate our weak and faulty natures.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
This is a work of nonfiction, based on our familys experiences at All Childrens Hospital in St. Petersburg, Florida, and our reporting there in the years since. Nothing has been invented. Almost all of the scenes are based on notes we took during our daughters stay in the neonatal intensive care unit. We checked our notes and recollections through interviews with many of the doctors, nurses, and nurse practitioners who cared for our daughter and through our review of her seven-thousand-page medical chart.
She arrived at the edge of what is possible and what is right, the shadowland between life and death, hubris and hope. Her eyes were fused shut. The plates of her skull were half formed, leaving her head more squishy than solid. Her skin was so translucent that just below the surface we could see the shuddering fist of her heart.
The doctors and nurses ringed her plastic box, summoning all of their arts and deploying all of their machines, working at the limit of human capability to keep her with us. We soon forgot what day it was, what we had been doing before we arrived in this placeour jobs, our plans, the vanities that had defined us. Wed been dropped inside a tunnel and were down so deep there was no way back.
She was perpetually dying, then not dying, then dying again. Slowly, we discovered that the only escape was to create a world for her beyond the box. So we filled her endless night with possibilities and sang her songs about the sun and read her books in which children could fly. We shared the story of how we had fought to make her ours. We told her the parts that humbled us, the moments that broke us. The frailties and failings that conspired against her creation.
If we made her long to know what happened next, maybe we could keep her with us until dawn.
Fallen creatures should not always be rescued. I have always known that, and yet. When I was fourteen, a friend offered me a baby bird, cupped in her palms. Shed found it among the pine needles in the Florida horse pasture where we spent our days.
His body was a blue heap of twigs wrapped in rice paper, threaded with veins and sugared with fuzz. His bobblehead teetered on a stalk of a neck, and his sealed eyes bulged blindly. His mouth was a gaping maw of need.
He was exotic and thrilling. In my suburban backyard, I had defended the naked rat babies in the compost pile from the threat of my fathers shovel, begged for the lives of the raccoon family in the attic. Id raised stray kittens in the garage, puppies in the family room, and bunnies on the back porch. So that day, when my mom picked me up, I climbed into her old red Ford Falcon holding a shoe box and not expecting her to object. My parents had plenty of flaws, but their gift to me was the freedom to explore.
I was finishing my freshman year of high school. I was awkward and often alone. I knew this bird was, in the scheme of things, not special. But his heart fluttered in my hands. I carried him into the living room and set him up in an old, cracked aquarium I found in the garage. I put in a branch or two from the magnolia in the yard, a sad attempt to make his habitat more natural.
Its probable that someone asked what was the point. Even if I saved him, he couldnt live in our house, like a parakeet, and he couldnt go free. Those were distant concerns. I soaked chicken feed in warm water and offered it every couple of hours in a syringe. It slid down his throat with a satisfying glug. I felt the divide between the civilized and the wild. Wasnt I barely civilized myself, always bumping into invisible boundaries, finding the shape of the world? I was powerless in the halls at school, powerless over my too-big teeth, my disobedient hair, and my dad, who decapitated the baby rats in the compost pile, blasted the raccoons out of the attic with a Remington twelve-gauge, sold my puppies, gave away my bunnies, and took my kittens to the pound.
This birds small life, whatever it would become, was in my hands. I would protect him as long as I could. The next day, his lashless eyes peeled open. The first thing he saw was me, staring at him through the glass.
The bird grew fast. He sprouted feathers in tufts and stalks. He morphed into a bright, squawking blue jay. He lived in my bedroom, far enough from the main living area of the house that I got away with it, for a while. He perched on my ceiling fan, and I put the daily
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