This is me as a baby:
Baby Maleesha - Montana 1977
What a chunk. See guys, it’s totally genetic. It’s why my bikini modeling career never took off.
Check out that funky diaper. My mom told me that she always had to put two diapers on me because (!!!) my LEG kept popping out of my hip joint and dangling there in the breeze. The doctor said (I’m paraphrasing) “Aw, shucks that ain’t nothin’ to worry about…just put those diapers on extra tight and it’ll all work itself out.” My mom took this to mean put two diapers on for extra support. Kind of like wearing two condoms*.
My dad tells me that when I was a tiny baby, the cat would jump in the crib with me and nap. The cat didn’t seem to bother me, so they let the cat sleep in the crib with me. If you have ever read a parenting book (note: parents in the 1970s did not have parenting books OBVIOUSLY) you know that the number one goal of a cat near a baby is to suffocate said baby by sitting on the baby’s nice-scented, but delicate, noggin. Luckily for me I didn’t die, and I love cats to this day, since I probably imprinted on that cat (mommy!). This paragraph has nothing to do with the pop-out leg, but here it is anyway.
When I heard about my pop-out hip, I immediately thought of all of my orthopedic woes of today. Was I just born with joints that wanted to bust free from their ligaments? You never know. Have YOU ever heard of this? Butte was very different in the 1970′s…perhaps my parents had me checked up by “Bob McGinn: Veterinarian, Rodeo Clown, OB-GYN.”
All’s well that ends well, and I have two happy healthy children today. I am proud to report that neither of them had pop-out legs.
*Teenagers…don’t actually do this
Great post fellow child of the 70′s!
My eldest slept with the cat too. At times, his purring seemed to be the only thing to sooth her when she was colicky. And regardless of how many handfuls of hair she pulled out at those moments, he never smothered her.