Baby Caitlyn was my special little girl. The youngest and the smallest and the one who needed the love the most IMHO.
She asked for absolutely nothing. She would lay in her small cot and look around or she would be sleeping. The few times she cried it was a pitiful little kitten's mewing. Never loud and robust. Her head was on an odd angle and she was very difficult to feed. Her suck was weak and she was mostly fed with a bottle propped up on a rolled up blanket. Everyone said she ate better this way. Most times that I checked she was in a little pool of formula. The hole was over large for the nipple and it would just empty into the cot. I would pick her up and take her into the bathroom for clean clothes and then change her bed linens. Then I would sit and hold her and try to feed her. It would take a very, very, very long time to get even an ounce in. She never gained any weight in the three weeks we were at Starfish. I have been trying to get an update for a while and finally heard from someone
who tells me she is probably not adoptable because of her mental capacities. She will likely be placed in a home Amanda knows of and cared for there. I don't know what her future will be but I hope they are good people and that they will care for her well and perhaps grow to love her as we did in such a short time. Please say a prayer for Caitlyn and her caregivers.
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