My Doernbecher story mostly took place before my memory begins. I was born in 1986 with a bilateral cleft lip and palate, and had a few surgeries and a lot of doctors appointments in my childhood. I know my Mom has told me that the doctor who fixed my lip and palate was named Dr. Weed, and I have a vague memory of a nice lady singing me to sleep. I do remember the day of my final follow-up appointment, because it was my birthday. When the receptionist who checked us in noticed that, she invited me to pick out a toy to keep. I picked out a wind up musical basket of kittens that played "My Favorite Things".