My Bhutanese daughter, Nar, was resting in her in-law parents bedroom on Saturday and I went in to just love on her


OK... all of that to explain something. She had been in for an ultrasound on Friday. I assumed she'd never had one in Nepal and she said it had happened when she was nearly ready to deliver her baby.
When people tell me stories like this, I often just have to shake my head at the horrible elements most of never even have to think about, even those of us who come from abusive or very intense backgrounds.
One day while at the refugee camp, her father-in-law, Ram, and another man, both drunk, began fighting. The weapons? Rocks. Rocks were being thrown, and some of them sound as the size of boulders. Suddenly, she was hit by one, hurting her face [she still has a small scar near her eye] and smashing her stomach.
A hospital took her in and gave her an ultrasound -- a very rare occurrence in Nepal near the camp -- and forced the man who had been throwing stones at Ram to pay for Nar's physical care at the hospital and for the ultrasound.
Her son was born with no problems on February 28, 2002.
And, BTW, Ram is one of the most sparkling-eyed men I have

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