When I was a baby / toddler, I was so introverted that I would only talk to my mother.
When I was about 1 or 2 or so, I wasn't growing properly and they thought I had a brain tumor. My dad still had to work and take care of my brother, so my mom was the one that stayed with me at the hospital in the "failure to thrive unit" most of the time. It turned out to just be a Zinc deficiency, but they ran tests for the 'worst' possibilities first. They'd strap me down for what seemed like hours to run tests, MRI's, CAT scans, etc. They kept poking me with needles.
I was old enough that I had started talking and I was talking to everyone before this happened. Who would have thought that a stay in a hospital could change you so drastically.
I love my father dearly. I work with him and feel so blessed that I get to see him every day - but I feel horrible knowing that I wouldn't talk to him for the first few years of my life. He is the most caring and wonderful father. I can't imagine what it was like for him. I would cry any time my mom would leave. It breaks my heart that I was like that. I've talked to my mom about this, and she said that he understood what was going on - but I can't help thinking how it hurt.