Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Some Mothers Get Babies with Something More.....

Some Mothers Get Babies with Something More.....

by Bridget Ann Bailey on Monday, February 1, 2010 at 6:21pm
SOME MOTHERS GET BABIES WITH SOMETHING MORE… My friend is expecting her first child. People keep asking what she wants. She smiles demurely, shakes her head and gives the answer mothers have given throughout the ages of time. She says it doesn’t matter whether it’s a boy or a girl. She just wants it to have ten fingers and ten toes. Of course, that’s what she says. That’s what mothers have always said. Mothers lie. Truth be told, every mother wants a whole lot more.

Every mother wants a perfectly healthy baby with a round head, rosebud lips, button nose, beautiful eyes and satin skin. Every mother wants a baby so gorgeous that people will pity the Gerber baby for being flat-out ugly. Every mother wants a baby that will roll over, sit up and take those first steps right on schedule. Every mother wants a baby that can see, hear, run, jump and fire neurons by the billions. She wants a kid that can smack the ball out of the park and do toe points that are the envy of the entire ballet class. Call it greed if you want, but we mothers want what we want.

Some mothers get babies with something more. Some mothers get babies with conditions they can’t pronounce, a spine that didn’t fuse, a missing chromosome or a palette that didn’t close. Most of those mothers can remember the time, the place, the shoes they were wearing and the color of the walls in the small, suffocating room where the doctor uttered the words that took their breath away. It felt like recess in the fourth grade when you didn’t see the kick ball coming and it knocked the wind clean out of you. Some mothers leave the hospital with a healthy bundle, then, months, even years later, take him in for a routine visit, or schedule her for a well check, and crash head first into a brick wall as they bear the brunt of devastating news. It can’t be possible! That doesn’t run in our family. Can this really be happening in our lifetime?

I am a woman who watches the Olympics for the sheer thrill of seeing finely sculpted bodies. It’s not a lust thing; it’s a wondrous thing. The athletes appear as specimens without flaw – rippling muscles with nary an ounce of flab or fat, virtual powerhouses of strength with lungs and limbs working in perfect harmony. Then the athlete walks over to a tote bag, rustles through the contents and pulls out an inhaler. As I’ve told my own kids, be it on the way to physical therapy after a third knee surgery, or on a trip home from an echo cardiogram, there’s no such thing as a perfect body. Everybody will bear something at some time or another. Maybe the affliction will be apparent to curious eyes, or maybe it will be unseen, quietly treated with trips to the doctor, medication or surgery.

The health problems our children have experienced have been minimal and manageable, so I watch with keen interest and great admiration the mothers of children with serious disabilities, and wonder how they do it. Frankly, sometimes you mothers scare me. How you lift that child in and out of a wheelchair 20 times a day. How you monitor tests, track medications, regulate diet and serve as the gatekeeper to a hundred specialists yammering in your ear. I wonder how you endure the praise and the platitudes, well-intentioned souls explaining how God is at work when you’ve occasionally questioned if God is on strike.

I even wonder how you endure schmaltzy pieces like this one saluting you, painting you as hero and saint, when you know you’re ordinary. You snap, you bark, you bite. You didn’t volunteer for this. You didn’t jump up and down in the motherhood line yelling, “Choose me, God! Choose me! I’ve got what it takes.”

You’re a woman who doesn’t have time to step back and put things in perspective, so, please, let me do it for you. From where I sit, you’re way ahead of the pack. You’ve developed the strength of a draft horse while holding onto the delicacy of a daffodil. You have a heart that melts like chocolate in a glove box in July, carefully counter-balanced against the stubbornness of an Ozark mule. You can be warm and tender one minute, and when circumstances require intense and aggressive the next. You are the mother, advocate and protector of a child with a disability. You’re a neighbor, a friend, a stranger I pass at the mall. You’re the woman I sit next to at church, my cousin and my sister-in-law. You’re a woman who wanted ten fingers and ten toes, and got something more. You’re a wonder.
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The reason why I posted this is because it is exactly how I felt when I was lying in the hospital bed, when Courtney came back just after I had given birth to Savannah and, told me that my beautiful daughter has 12 figures and 12 toes, then, again with Xander, every time I watch them take Savannah and Xander away for surgery, at every specialist and therapist appointment, every Sunday when Courtney or I have to walk out of church with a screaming Savannah, every family or friend outing or get together, and every time we go to the park and I watch Savannah playing by herself, and every time Savannah won't look at me.

I know I look like the crazy overprotective mother, who is picky about what her children eat, and runs to hide in a closet or leave somewhere because I just burst into tears and can't stop crying at any given moment.

When people come up to me and say " I don't know how you do that." I just think "so would you if you had to, any mother would , I love my children so I do anything I can for them." I am a women who wanted perfect babies with 10 figures and ten toes. I just got something more. But, I wouldn't trade them in for anything! They teach me every day. I think I love them even more because of it. Sometimes I feel like I've lost the dream that every mother has. I ask myself all the time. Will Savannah grow up and play sports? Will she ever go on a date? Will she ever drive a car?Will she go to college? Will she fall in love and get married? Will she have children? But, If Savannah and Xander weren't this way I wouldn't of have ever seen this other side of life. I wouldn't of met all of these truly amazing people who are now my friends who help me get through this. People who feel just like me and who are going through some of the same things. Because I would still be crying every day if it wasn't for them, because no one else knows, no one else can know. But, with them, I can go on and keep trying a THOUSAND times because it's worth it!


  1. This is beautiful, thanks Nicole.

  2. So touching...you're an amazing mother, Nicole!!

  3. what an amazing mother you are! I know the Lord is helping you and watching over you and your family every day! <3

  4. That was so swee to read. Thanks for sharing and letting me into a little bit of you life. You are amazing!

    Lindsey Francom