Goodbye 2019, Hello Baby Cheyenne

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MORGANTOWN, WV—As 2019 exits stage right, let’s talk babies—and Facebook. First thing this morning, that social network reminded me of my actions for every December 31 for the last several years. Of special import was one memory from Dec. 31, 2013. That was the day I read my sister’s eulogy in front of friends and family.

So it only seems apropos that I begin this blog talking about her, because on the sixth anniversary of Lisa’s death, December 27, her daughter became a mother. That’s the day my niece Destinee announced to the world that she had given birth to a baby girl, who was one month premature. Had Lisa lived, she would now be a grandmother.

That Destinee did so on Facebook, a social media site that has become home to many major life announcements, no longer surprised me. (Compared to five, or even three years ago, when it would have.)
Destinee and Cheyenne newborn
I’m still old school: I use the telephone. (That’s a mobile or smartphone, for the youngsters who might be reading.) If it’s really important, such as a death in the family, and if at all possible, I will even break the news in person. But young people today are not old school. They use a medium that they’ve grown up with, just like we did, when we pick up the phone.

After reading the news, I did just that. I called Destinee. Then I went to meet my great-niece—and fell in love. It’s human nature to love babies, but this baby is the one Lisa would have swooned over. Made it her life’s mission to spoil rotten. So when I held this tiny newborn creature for the first time, I did so as a surrogate grandmother. For the sister who should now be 54.

I marveled at Cheyenne Michelle’s perfect features—her tiny fingers, her bright eyes, her black, silky hair. And I thought back to a long-ago day in the spring of 1985, when I accompanied Lisa to a medical appointment. There, she was diagnosed with more endometriosis, for which surgery was required—while I was very pregnant with my fourth child.

After examining Lisa, her female doctor, who came from a foreign land where such things were normal, looked at me and said the words I have never forgotten: “You should give this baby to your sister. You already have three.” I had no words then, nor do I now. And while she couldn’t give birth herself, Lisa did become an adored, mischievous aunt.

We have a problem in our family, and it’s one I never dreamed would exist. It’s certainly not one that my father would have condoned. Nor do I. People cut off other family members from seeing their children. Or adults make an intentional choice not to be involved in those children’s lives.
Baby Cheyenne
I’ve never denied anyone the familial right to see his or her child or grandchild—because I believe doing so is morally repugnant. (Even in extreme situations where abuse is present and children must be protected, workarounds such as supervised visitation are often possible.)

Destinee and her sister Emilee were adopted from Korea, but we accepted them as blood, as kin, the minute we met them. So Baby Cheyenne is as much a part of our family as every baby who was born with our DNA is.

So, as the last decade turns to dust in the wind and 2020 whisks in new life and possibilities, please be resolved to let go of old grudges. Let your guard down and open your heart, and experience the wonderful thrill that can only come from loving.

And if you have not yet met this little being, your niece or granddaughter or cousin, who is currently in the NICU, please do. She will tug at your heartstrings the moment you see her. In so doing, she will remind you of the Lisa who once was, when all she yearned for was to hold a baby of her own in her arms.

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Daleen Berry

Daleen Berry

Daleen Berry (1963- ) is a New York Times best-selling author and TEDx speaker who was born in sunny San Jose, California, but who grew up climbing trees and mountains in rural West Virginia. When she isn't writing, she's reading. Daleen is also an award-winning journalist and columnist, and has written for such publications as The Daily Beast, Huffington Post, and XOJane. Daleen has written or co-written eight nonfiction books, including her memoir, "Sister of Silence," "The Savage Murder of Skylar Neese," "Pretty Little Killers," "Cheatin' Ain't Easy," "Tales of the Vintage Berry Wine Gang," "Shatter the Silence," and "Appalachian Murders & Mysteries," an anthology. In 2015, West Virginia University placed "Sister of Silence" and "Guilt by Matrimony" on its Appalachian Literature list. You can follow her blog here: Or find her on Facebook and Twitter, as well as email her at daleen(dot)berry(at)gmail(dot)com. She loves to hear from readers.


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