The baby would blink, stiffening up in her crib, eyelids fluttering, body seizing up in what seemed like the amount of time it took to take a breath, and then it’d be over.
Only to repeat itself, again and again.
My mother reported the odd behavior to family members and to doctors to no avail. There’s something wrong with the baby. After all, Shanna was the first born of twins, who came early and needed to recover in an incubator. (This was the late ’60s.) Epilepsy ran in the family. She did not develop in sync with her twin brother, who was walking while she was just rolling over.