Monthly Archives: May 2012

To be a Mother…

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I’d like to think I was your mother long before I saw your face on the ultrasound.

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From very early on, my arms were a little bit too empty until you came along.

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And when you finally arrived, what did I do?  I cried.  Not tears of joy, but of fear.  Not excitement over a long journey of infertility coming to a close, but a new one just beginning.  A step into a world no one ever thinks they will be a part of.  One you think is a place where other people live, but you will only see from the outside.

For a long time, it was hard to pass the hospital where you were born, sweet Lila.  It brought me back to those moments of pure shock and numbness and panic all mixed into one.  It made me so sad that what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, felt like it was ripped out of my hands, gone forever.

But a funny thing happened to me this week, not long after celebrating my first Mother’s Day.  I drove passed the place where you were born, and before I could think about it, I smiled.  And I forgot.  I didn’t think about the first time a special care nurse told me and your Daddy you might have Down Syndrome.  I didn’t remember my mini-meltdown in the middle of the hall of the maternity ward, the first time I let myself cry.  My mind didn’t go to that stifling feeling I felt for those four days in the hospital, like it was some sort of alternate reality.  Secretly hoping that when I got home, the “perfect” life I had planned would be waiting for me.

Instead I thought about the first time your Daddy brought you over to meet me.  Holding you, even at 3 am when we were the only ones awake.  All of our sweet friends and family that couldn’t wait to meet you, hold you.

Because for a long time, those scary moments crowded my brain and didn’t let my first minutes of motherhood shine through.  They didn’t let me recall the meeting I knew would trump all others.  They selfishly stole the day that changed my life forever.

But thank God they are still there, strong as ever.  And as I grow into being a Mother, as I think all women do, I am so grateful they have been waiting for me this whole time.  Until my heart, and more importantly my head, were ready.  Until I was so bursting with love for my little girl, that no diagnosis mattered.

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Each of our paths to being a mother are different.  Some of us know from the day we are old enough to play with dolls that one day a real baby will take its place.  Others never think it will be a role they will chose, but fall into it and fall in love just the same.  And some women end up being a mother to a child that was held in someone else’s arms for the first time. But however we all got here, I think we can all agree it’s the most rewarding, fulfilling and yet difficult role we will ever play.  The place on our journey we were always meant to find.

Even though my journey hasn’t been perfect, I am more certain each day that I am right where I am supposed to be.  I am your mother, little Lila, and for that I am so thankful.

 

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When you say nothing at all…

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It’s easy to know what to say when you are presented with life’s best moments.  When things are good and easy and predictable.  When someone gets a new job, or gets engaged or married or has a baby, finding the words to say isn’t hard.  Sometimes all you need is a hug or a smile, and your friend can feel what’s in your heart.

But when life doesn’t turn out exactly like you thought, it can be more difficult.  For everyone.

When we found out Lila had Down Syndrome four and a half months ago, just three hours after she was born, it was hard to know what to think, let alone say.  I will always remember the first words I said to my husband… “She is ours. We will love her.” I didn’t think those words before they came out of my mouth.  I just felt them. But almost immediately, it became very obvious that lots of other people had NO IDEA how to react to the news.  And who could blame them?  In life’s most difficult moments, most of us can’t find the right words.

But in the months since, I have heard some of the best words of encouragement that, I hope, will help me when I am faced with a friend who is going through an unexpected journey in life.

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Some of the best….

On one of her many visits to the hospital, one of my very best friends cried with me, held me tight and said, “Lila was sent here, to you, to teach us all.”  It was one of the first times I didn’t feel like we were alone in this unexpected news. We might be dealing with the shock in the most intimate way, but so many others who already loved Lila, were dealing with it in their own way, too.  And beside them, I felt better.

That same, sweet friend told me “Whatever you think and feel, it’s ok.  It won’t always be pretty, but you can’t blame yourself for those thoughts.”  When you’re trying to wrap your head around something like having a child with special needs and the twist and turns it means for the path you had in your mind, you can think some pretty unexpected things.  And feeling guilty down the road for those thoughts, only makes it worse.  You can’t help how your mind reacts to something like that, and you should NEVER beat yourself up about it.

I am blessed to have a family member who struggled right along side me when Charlie and I were dealing with infertility for almost two years.  She called from out of state when Lila was born and said, “I don’t want to say I’m sorry, because I ‘m not.  I know your not disappointed IN her, but FOR her.”  I felt, for perhaps the first time, that someone captured what was in my aching heart.  I didn’t yet know how strong and awesome and awe-inspiring that 6 pound 4 ounce baby would come to be, and in fact already was.  For that moment, still hooked up to IV’s and barley getting the feeling back in my legs, I knew this wasn’t what I had pictured the day before when I quadruple-checked my hospital bag.  And she was very right.  We are NOT sorry.

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An awesome co-worker who has a brother with special needs said to me, “His life is no less important than anyone else’s.”  I thought, “Yes! This is how I feel about my Lila!”  And it has only rung more true as I get to know this strong little girl that I get to hang out with every day.

In the months since, so many friends have reached out to us to tell us how inspired they are by our story and by our Lila.  Never hesitate to offer that encouragementton the families you know with special needs kids.  It often comes on those days when I am overwhelmed and close to feeling like a failure of a Mom.  You never know how a few simple words can lift someone else up, by a thousand miles.

It may be easiest to ask, “How are you doing?” but when you are juggling countless therapy appointments, hours of research on the internet of new feeding or PT techniques, or just the mounds of laundry and bottles that come with being a new mom, it’s easy to brush that question off with a quick, “Fine.”  I find the most comfort in those specific questions.  Like, “What is Lila working on in therapy this week?” or “How has she surprised you most lately?”  Not only does that make me feel like that person really wants to know how we are doing, but it feels good to be able to share without fearing that I am overburdening someone else with therapy talk.

Now for some of the worst…

Don’t tell me my daughter breaks your heart.  Even if you have the best of intentions, which I understand most people do. That’s certainly how I might have felt when I first heard the words Down Syndrome in the hospital room that was supposed to be where I spent the best day of my life.  But now that I am 178% in love with my daughter, extra chromosome and all, hearing that doesn’t feel good.  I know you mean well, but it takes me back to that moment.  And it makes me think that it’s all you see when you look at her.  And I now know with every ounce of my being that she is SO MUCH MORE than that.

Don’t say “She doesn’t look Downsy at all!”  I know what you mean.  You are trying to say she is beautiful. And, trust me, I agree. Who wouldn’t love THIS face?

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But that IS NOT the way to get your point across.  She is gorgeous because of who she is, not because of how much or little she resembles other kids with a similar diagnosis.

And finally, don’t say nothing at all.  There are a few people in our lives, and only a very few, that have withdrawn from us since Lila’s birth.  Maybe they are uncomfortable or don’t know WHAT to say.  But distancing yourself from this miracle that we love so much is not that way to go about it.  Sometimes it can get hard, but hey, life is messy.  My sweet Daddy has told me countless times over the years that life isn’t fair.  And he’s right.  But it’s also sometimes the sweetest in the moments just after we come to that realization.  Don’t desert those friends or family members who find themselves in this life.  One day, they will need you more than you will ever know.

I think my point is, it’s hard to bring up life’s difficult topics.  It’s hard to say your true feelings.  Often, it’s easier to talk about the weather and pretend like nothing is wrong or different or difficult.  But I truly believe if you stay silent, you are letting an opportunity go by to ease someone else’s fears or take a little weight off their shoulders.  Because the most important thing you can say to someone who has just learned that their child has any diagnosis, is that you will be there right beside them, whatever the need.  It takes a village to raise any child.  Our children just need a village full of people with even bigger hearts.  People like the ones that help lift us up when we need it the most. And for their words, I am so thankful.
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