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He looks so much like her.

I don't understand how I can look at such a grown handsome man, face unshaven, eyes tired from life, and see the face of a beautiful little baby girl with rosy cheeks, wispy hair, sound asleep and perfect. But, I do. Somehow, I do. I love that man and that pretty little girl so much. My prince and my princess. Daddy's girl, Mommy's world.

Walking to my car after group today, I saw inside a parked car, a man, a woman, and a newborn baby. The man in the driver's seat, the woman shotgun, and the newborn in her lap, wrapped in 2 blankets, a baby coat, and the token blue and pink striped newborn hospital cap. The baby was asleep cradled in the woman's arms. The woman was rubbing gently on the baby's cheek and looking right at her. She looked sad. I felt like she was saying goodbye. Normally when you're bringing your baby somewhere, especially a newborn in the cold, you leave them in the carseat, right? Is there really any reason to hold the baby in the front seat like that? And why on earth would you be bringing a baby to a mental hospital?!

This sudden rush came over me.. is she about to drop this baby off? This newborn she doesn't want?

I told myself to stop being crazy. I physically restrained myself from turning around and talking to them. Knock knock on the car window, HI! How are you? Can I have your baby, because you look like you're about to drop her off forever. Ha. It's laughable. Something maybe you'd expect from a person walking out of said mental hospital. Maybe it wouldn't surprise them. Just another crazy person.

I actually went the wrong way in the parking lot after I got in my car to see what they were doing. Stalker. They were gone.

One of the counselors was talking the other day about her adopted grandson, and how her son and daughter in law were wanting to adopt another one. One day, her daughter in law was getting a haircut, and mentioned her situation, and the stylist said "oh, well I know someone who's due in 2 weeks and is looking for a family."

Two weeks later, they handed her the baby straight from the delivery room.

SERIOUSLY?! After a HAIRCUT!

There *is* that anti-babies-in-trashcans campaign that says you can drop your baby at any hospital, police station, or fire department, no questions asked, and not be charged for abandonment.

Personally, I wouldn't choose a mental hospital, but hey, personally I also wouldn't drop my baby off anywhere.

Personally, though, if I was going to hand pick a person off the street (or off a mental hospital's parking lot during the hour that groups let out, whichever), I would pick a loving, caring, financially stable family, with a fully furnished nursery, who's perfectly healthy full term baby died for no reason.

But hey, that's just me.

I'm gonna go get a haircut.