Her name is Clara. The preemie.
I actually named her.
When I arrived at the hospital yesterday the mother wasn't there. So I dropped of some preemie diapers and came back today. When I got there mama and baby were there. Dang she's tiny. I asked the mother if she'd given the baby a name. And she said no. Not yet.
I asked her if she was ready to give the baby a name. She said she couldn't think of a name and that I should name her. I told her I didn't want to name the baby, that was the mama's job. She said no-- she'd only name the baby today if I gave her a name.
So I asked her what her name was. It was Clarose. So I said, "How about Clara?" That sounded like a diminutive name to me. She said, "That's good. I like it."
And I said, "Are you sure?"
And she said, "Yes, Clara."
And then all the ladies with their babies in the tent started cheering and calling out, "Clara! Clara!" I had to run but I was sure to hold sweet Clara and say her name over and over to her before I left.
It was a happy moment.
And then a few hours later I got some more news about Patricia... I have to work up the emotional energy to discuss that further. Maybe later. Maybe tomorrow.