Ian Barker Is thirty-nine!

Happy Birthday, Ian!

When Ian was born, he was smaller than a five-pound bag of sugar, but better looking. He spent six weeks in the Stanford Hospital Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (the NICU), with a nasty alpha strep infection acquired in utero, an extremely rare event. Some poor intern or medical student was assigned the job of finding out exactly how rare this is - most cases of alpha strep infection in newborns are acquired during a vaginal birth, but he was born by C-section. The student, without the benefit of our modern search engines, came up with about 30 similar cases.

During his first few days of life, Ian endured something like toxic shock syndrome that develops very quickly into low blood pressure and multiple organ failure. We were given dire predictions of how poorly he would do. We brought our one-in-more-than-a-million infant with dire predictions home to meet his brother Danny who was eight years old. Danny had already manifested many of the dire predictions from his precarious birth that resulted in brain damage from seizures.

Oh well.

I don’t want to disappoint those looking for a feel-good story of beating the odds with a child who defiantly exceeded all expectations, but unfortunately that is not what happened. Ian has very severe cerebral palsy and intellectual disabilities. Fortunately, he learned to smile and laugh early. He is sweet and good-natured about all this and still good looking. He has honed his survival skills, endearing himself to the people around him to get the attention he needs. He loves the ladies (and men, but especially the ladies) who take care of him. We see him often. Since he does not talk, we have not figured out if he is laughing with us or at us, after all these years.