She' a freak.
A newborn baby as a 'blob' w/no personality.
What was she expecting, to exchange ideas on Chomsky?
FFS.
Poor tiny baby, having come from a place where she was never hungry, cold or uncomfortable, to the big bad world, and having only one way to express herself, only to be referred to as a blob by the person she needs most in the world: her mother.
And then she gets to grow up and read records of what her mother said about her. That's right up there w/those letters Prince Charles wrote to Camilla, telling her he wanted to live in her knickers. Well, no, actually, I'd rather read that than a epiphet about how my parent thought I was a blob.