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I'd rather not say how MANY years. I remember getting a baby doll when I was three and then a Chatty Baby when I was four or
five. At the age of six I got a walking doll, which wasn't supposed to be a baby but rather a little girl. The
next doll given to me was a Barbie and from there I never went back to baby or child dolls for the remainder of my youth. Fast forward to March of 2008 ... Upon
discovering reborn babies completely by accident, I became delighted and enchanted with them. At every opportunity,
I headed to the computer in order to scour eBay's offerings. I wanted a baby girl doll, given that my own
children had both been boys. I bid on several, and was very fond of one in particular; in fact I even bought a little footy sleeper for her. It was so much fun for me to buy something feminine and pretty for a baby, finally !! But I didn't win ...someone outbid me after I went to bed. Then, in late April, while looking casually through the eBay listings, I noticed a baby whose face charmed me. He had blond hair, so he seemed familiar to me, because my babies were light-haired (the older one light blond ...the younger one blondish-brown). The doll was made from the Cathy Rowland sculpt "Victoria". His weight was substantial enough for me ...4 lbs. 12 oz. And luckily the price was midrange, not too high for me to afford. But there was something else, and it goes back twenty-one years.It was a story I had read in a magazine, of a most unfortunate baby whose
mother cruelly abused him beginning just days after his birth, and all throughout the years of his childhood. It was written as a confession
by the mother herself ...one of the most upsetting things I have ever read. For the first twenty months
of this website I had the story posted here on this page, preceded by a warning about how devastating a story it
was. Now I have taken
that story off the website because of the reaction it has given to one reader. If you still want to read about the
actual child for whom I named this doll, please use the Contact Me page and I will send it to you. In the magazine story, the mother had called the little boy "Nathan". The only Nathan I had ever personally known was a toddler with light blond hair. When this lovely reborn baby doll arrived, I named him Nate in honor of the little boy whose growing years had been so severely blighted ...and in the hope that God might somehow transfer my intentions and gentle treatment of the doll backward into the life of the real child, where it could be some reserve of comfort.
So that is how I got my first reborn baby, and how he came to be called Nate. Here are some photos that were posted on his auction page:
And here is one we took of Nate in the summer of 2008:
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