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I explained that my daughter was born addicted to drugs and she was born two and half months premature. I explained that she does have some issues from her rough start in life, she struggles with toilet training, things have to be very structured for her. She has great difficultly when things change, she is very hyper and has issues with textures and foods. I think it was a little more than the lady had bargained for and was taken aback with her issues.

She asked, “What do we need to do for her and how can we deal with her? I guess she is what you call a picky eater. She will start out eating Jello and if she tolerates that, she will get something else.” I explained, “Everything she does, and all her structure has changed, so she will be out of sorts. I will deal with her, so others will not have to handle her. (She did not have anything to do with them anyway. She is a momma’s girl.) No, she is not really a picky eater. It’s just that things have to been done a little different with her likes. She likes her food barely warm (like spaghetti-os she likes them right out of the can). Do not worry about her food. Just bring it to me, and I will get her to eat, but she will not eat Jello under any circumstances. The texture of the Jello is to much for her not that she does not like it.” Myself, I cannot have any foods on my plate touch each other or I am unable to eat the parts that do touch, so I to have my own little issues. My Dad finds this to be a very funny thing especially at my age, I think he thought I would grow out of it. The admitting nurse asked, “Was her mother a teenage mom?” I stated, “Her birth mother was not a teenager just a messed up person.” It is funny how people decide her birth mother is her mother and have no problem saying it to me, her mother.

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