Dear Sparrow
Posted: December 4, 2014 Filed under: Dear Sparrow, emotional stuff, kids, parenting | Tags: Babies, birth, Motherhood, parenthood 20 CommentsDear Sparrow,
I’m going to call you Sparrow, cool? Cool. You have the cutest little face with such dark black eyes. And well, you sort of flew into our lives.
My mind was full of thoughts during my labor with you. In fact, my mind was full even up until the end, when I birthed you. Frankly, it complicated things. Probably not the last time I’m stuck in my own head when I should just be taking your lead.
Mostly, I was full of questions about who you were going to be. How could I simultaneously feel such a deep sense of knowing you, without ever having laid eyes on your face? Even at three weeks old I don’t know much about you. I don’t know if you’ll be reserved or boisterous, funny or serious. I don’t know what your struggles and triumphs will be.
What do I know? Well, you don’t like to sleep. You like milk. A lot. Sometimes, after a long crying jag, you let out the cutest, exasperated, defeated sigh. Like I’m just not getting the memo that you need to be bounced or fed at all times.
So clearly, I don’t know much.
Yet, I can’t help but feel like I do know you. I know you, like a tree knows when to put out new buds, birds know which way to fly, or a river knows which way to flow. I’m your mother and I know you, you know? This knowledge seems at once so simple, like a reflex, but also has a sense of eternity; even as your path twists and winds itself away from our joined beginning, I will always know some essential part of who you are.
Still. I am just your beginning, not your middle or end.
But goodness, what a beginning it is. During every moment of calm since you were born, I’ve been trying to soak you in, as if I could psychically reabsorb you just for a moment, and we would be one again. I know that every time I smell your soft, downy head that these moments are numbered.
You might wonder, if you are reading this as an adult, why I seem so bittersweet about our beginnings together, why I seem so keen on holding onto this feeling. It is because, this may be your beginning, but you are my middle. It feels as if my whole life has worked up to you and your brother and sisters. Your arrival has given me a sense of completeness that I haven’t been able to fully understand yet.
So. Welcome to the world, little Sparrow.
Love,
Your Mother
#WDSD14: Introducing the Down Syndrome Diagnosis Network!
Posted: March 21, 2014 Filed under: advocacy, disability, Down syndrome | Tags: birth, disability, Down syndrome, early childhood, Prenatal Testing, Trisomy21, World Down Syndrome Day 8 CommentsEmpowerment. Agency. Community.
These are words that most parents would not associate with learning that their child has a disability. Yet, those are three words I would use to describe my story.
My third child—we call him the Little Pirate—has Down syndrome. We didn’t get our diagnosis until he was almost three months old.
Our story began during pregnancy. Our homebirth midwife not only respected, but truly understood our choice to forgo prenatal testing. She had a sense of our family’s personality. She asked about our values and beliefs. I don’t believe that abortion should become illegal, yet I didn’t want one myself. For us, the information alone would not outweigh the accompanying worry and uncertainty. Prenatal testing is a complicated calculus and she helped us navigate it with no assumptions, no judgments.
Ultimately, we had an uncomplicated pregnancy and birth. The Little Pirate did not have many of the characteristics associated with the syndrome, and so no one suspected a thing. Things got more difficult after a few weeks, when our son opened his eyes and suddenly, the words Down syndrome rolled like ticker tape across my consciousness.
After just a few days, I already knew in the primal way only a mother can know—my baby had Down syndrome. I remember very clearly, sitting on our couch during a two-hour impromptu visit from our midwife, crying. We would have to submit to a genetic karyotype to confirm that he had Down syndrome. It felt like standing on an open prairie, watching a storm brewing on the horizon, powerless to stop the future from tearing us apart.
Then, our midwife told us that we could decline the karyotype test. There was no immediate medical need; we could wait. This was a revelation to me.
I hear all too often that diagnostic screening and testing are foisted upon patients as a matter of course. In my online support group, I was horrified to learn that many doctors never bother to explain the difference between a prenatal screening and a diagnostic test, let alone why a family would choose to undergo such procedures. Many families who have had birth diagnoses have told me that they were simply told that the doctors suspected Down syndrome, and test results would be ready in a few days. I can’t think of a more powerless way to receive such important news. Diagnoses are sometimes delivered as if a terrible tragedy has befallen a family, causing unnecessary pain.
We ultimately did get an official diagnosis, mainly in order to rule out certain medical issues common in babies with Down syndrome. By then, my husband and I had already begun to accept what a Down syndrome diagnosis could mean. We had the support and information we needed in order to peek down both paths, and understood that our family could be happy with either direction our lives took. It was with that sense of empowerment and agency that we chose to take our infant son to our local children’s hospital and find out, once and for all, how many chromosomes he had.
He had 47 chromosomes. We stood on the open prairie; the storm was coming.
Those early weeks were certainly not carefree. I had a flurry of obsessive research that prematurely aged me. I worried about health issues. I had to examine some very ugly beliefs I had about disability, and that personal growth did not come easy.
Still, the storm that was our son’s diagnosis was the prelude to a period of lush growth in our family. My husband and I stood together, our eyes open. There were some beliefs and assumptions we held that needed to be destroyed. The storm passed and our family was nourished in ways we never could have predicted.
We had weathered the storm on purpose, struggled out into the open, and tasted a deep acceptance that caused us to re-examine what truly mattered in life. Love. Inclusion. Respect.
I believe that with truly family-centered care and real-life support, my experience shouldn’t be unique to those who have made the same choices as we did. Families who find out that their children have Down syndrome prenatally, at birth, or after could experience the same level of empowerment.
I want change. I want to give families a chance for a better story.
The Down Syndrome Diagnosis Network (DSDN) will officially launch on March 21st, World Down Syndrome Day. DSDN is a group of eight mothers who believe that our stories can change. Through our medical feedback program, online community, resources, and local support referrals, a better story can emerge for families with a Down syndrome diagnosis.
Join us.
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Motherhood: Pulled from the Ether
Posted: May 11, 2013 Filed under: emotional stuff, parenting | Tags: birth, death, Family, genetics, Mother's Day, Parenting, pregnancy 11 CommentsI am your mother.
I dreamed of you before your souls were tied to any physical existence. I was your mother before you even came to be. Your existence floated all around me, waiting. In the beginning, your physical form came into being within mine, pulled from the ether into my body. The first electrical currents of your thoughts began inside my body—each of you, the tiniest snow globe inside of me, housing the cracks and thunder bolts of your emerging personality. The first thumps of your hearts, began in me. Read the rest of this entry »