Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts

Sunday, November 11, 2012

The gift of life


Dear Life,

Today I feel prompted to talk about something that is a little sensitive. The topic is life...the gift of life.  It's a hot topic...people are very passionate about their position.  I don't want to take away someone else's opinion....just share mine and why I feel so strongly about it.


I want to talk about how a woman feels when she is pregnant....and has happily carried that baby to second trimester....and is waiting to find out if they are having a boy or a girl.  It's an exciting time...you may or may not have bought some clothes....if it's your first child you may have started putting the baby's room together.  Everyone in your life knows you are having a baby.  And then it happens.  You go to your ultrasound....grasping your husband's hand excitedly....and suddenly there's a knot in your stomach as you watch the tech's face drop...or the doctor doesn't talk for awhile as he's looking at the ultrasound pictures.  Suddenly the happy, beautiful, sunshine day has turned dark, dreary and so very sad.  You are told your child has Spina Bifida.  You are blown away.  You don't even know what that means.  You  cry and you ask what it all means.  You are told things like: your child might not walk, might be cognitively delayed, might have bowel and bladder problems, might have brain damage, might not live.  You are told that your child will not live a productive life.  You are told you have a small window to terminate your pregnancy.  In our case we were 19 weeks pregnant.  Almost half our pregnancy.  When you see ultrasound pictures, the "fetus" looks like a baby.  In your heart this is a baby.  And how do you process all of the doom and gloom the doctors tell you?  How do you figure out which path to take when someone from the medical field that you trust tells you it's okay to terminate your pregnancy?  When you are told worst cast scenarios, but in reality the doctor can't tell you exactly what to expect until the child is born.  How can we think about doing something so permanent to a child who has no voice?  Aren't we, as parents, supposed to be their voice from the very beginning?  And shouldn't the medical field support that notion?  No one told us that our child would have such a sparkly personality....that he would have the strongest disposition and not let anything stop him....no one told us that he would melt our hearts every day.  Why?  Because they can't....but they also can't determine what kind of challenges the child will have from an ultrasound. So what does a parent do with that?  Where do they turn?  Who do they trust?  They go to the internet....they search day and night...for hope...for a sign of joy in a scary land.  If they are lucky, they will find some pretty amazing parents who are willing to share their life with them to give them the strength to go through the hardest thing they have ever been through.  If they are lucky they see some pretty amazing children LIVE.  And if they are lucky....they realize that life is a gift...and just because their child has a diagnosis....it doesn't mean that is who they are.  All of the children I know that have Spina Bifida are first and foremost children.  They are people....they do amazing things...yes...some things take longer for them....or maybe they won't do some things that other kids do....but that is just a small part of who they are.  They have smiles that brighten a room....they have strength that you never thought a child could have....they are the hardest workers...and they love their life.  Their life is a gift.



 I feel so blessed to have an amazing group of women around me who are willing to put themselves out there, share their innermost feelings to help other soon to be mothers.  I am so blessed to have mothers who share their daily struggles and joys...so that we can all get through the highs and lows and know that we are all going to be ok.  There are scary moments...we've all had them...and been there for each other.  We've also rejoiced together...these women make my little world complete.  They laugh with me and they cry with me.  When I have questions...they are there with answers.  Not one of us regrets this gift we've been given...it's actually the opposite.  We feel humble, blessed, and incredibly happy that these children are in our homes. 

I feel strongly that it is my responsibility to talk about this....to share these feelings with all of you.  You see, there might be a mother...a scared, confused mother.....who doesn't know what to do.  They might read this and feel a little hope...they might ask me for more information.  And then they can enter this circle of mothers...this strong group of amazing people.....and KNOW that they can handle anything....and that this life is a gift.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

A Sad Night

Dear Life,

How did this boy choose my car to flop on at the grocery store? 10:45 pm....Albertsons parking lot at Atlanta and Magnolia.  All of a sudden a teenage boy kinda flops on my hood and raises his hand at me.  He didn't look like a killer...he looked like a normal teenager out past bedtime and possibly high.  I had Keoni, Kekoa and Kawika with me.  They had just tried out for our church's big singing and dancing production that we have every couple of years.  I asked the boy to come over to my side.  He does.  He asks if he can borrow my phone.  (I'm thinking...NO..you can't) I ask him why he wants to use my phone.  He said he wants to call his mom.  I asked how old he was.  He said seventeen.  I asked if he was from around here.  He said yeah, he goes to Edison High.  Keoni came out of the store, so I told Keoni to let him use his phone.  The boy fumbles around with it for a few minutes, until I ask him if he wants me to call his mother.  He said I should.  He was shaking...not sure if it was because he was cold or he was high.  I told him to get in the car where it was warm and then I caught a whiff.....he was toasted at the very least.  I called his mom....she was very confused.  I asked if she wanted me to bring him to her...she asked why he was with me.  I finally had to say...your son is messed up....then she agreed.  The kid directed me to his house...and I peppered him with questions on the way.  I asked if he had been drinking.  He said yes.  I asked if he had drunk a lot.  He said yes.  I asked if he was alone drinking. He said no.  I asked if he was at a party.  He said no.  I asked if he was with friends.  He said that was irrelevant.  I guess he was tired of my questions.  I was wondering what my boys thought of this situation.  We got to the boys house and his mother was outside waiting.  I rolled down my window...and she looked in my car and saw my boys.  She asked if my boys know him.  I said "No, we were at the grocery store and your son came up to us.  He was alone."  She went over to him and asked him where his backpack and jacket were.  He said he didn't know.  She said thank you and I said I'm sorry.  I'm just a mom...I hope your son is ok.

Broken heart.  He's not my son.  But he broke my heart.  I was confused as to why his mother didn't seem concerned that her son was out.  ???  I don't know this boy...I don't think I will ever see him again.  But I will pray that he can find a way to be happy without using.  He's too young to start that stuff.  Hug your kids....and be grateful you know where they are.

From...A Mom of Boys!!!

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Going to stick my head under the covers...

Dear Life,

Today was one of those days...I'm going to stick my head under the covers....
And Pray that tomorrow is better.


Ok...it wasn't all bad.  I got to have a delicious breakfast with one of my dear friends to celebrate my birthday.  I got to snuggle with my little guy this afternoon.



 My kids did their homework today.


BUT....I started getting sick today.  WHICH STINKS.

And my sweet little boy who just happens to use a wheelchair full time told me very matter of factly "I am going to walk when I get bigger Mom!"  He's almost five...and he can't bear his own weight.  And the likelihood isn't great that he will walk.  And I am ok with that....I'm just not sure how to explain all of it to him.  I don't have to yet....but that time is coming.  So I'm going to stick my head under the covers....and wish I didn't have to.  Hey, a girl can live in denial once in awhile right?

From....A Mom of Boys!