Monday, January 23, 2012
How Special Needs Children Change Your Life...
Every weekday, I am going to have a daily feature post from one of my blogging friends to share with you all. A little something different for you all to read xx
How Special Needs Children Change Your Life...from MamaLuvsBooks
(Pic of me and my hubby)
This first post I am sharing is a personal story about my niece.
I decided to travel down to my hometown in Virginia (just outside of DC) to see the birth of my sister’s first child. After having two kids myself, and absolutely loving the days I gave birth to them, I wanted to share in this miracle with my sister (without having to endure any pain myself this time). She said I could be in the room with her, and I was so excited to help her and see her first child be born. I think if I could have another occupation in life, it might be to be a labor and delivery nurse. I know it wouldn’t all be roses, but being able to witness so many miracles might be worth the hard times.
It was early in the morning when we went to the hospital. My sister got hooked up to all the monitors and was getting ready for the big event. I had both my kids and our parents in the room as well. They would have to leave after the labor progressed to the pushing stage. Unfortunately, it never did get to that stage. My sister’s baby’s heart rate was dropping, and they needed to perform an emergency c-section. Obviously, I was not allowed to be in the room. I waited with my kids until we saw sweet little Evelyn get whisked away to the NICU. I had just enough time to get one quick picture. She was a little blue after the birth, and the doctors said she needed some attention. Then, the wait began.........
(Evelyn in the NICU)
I felt so sorry for my sister. Evelyn was being looked at for about four hours before they even came to see her in recovery. From previous experience, I know the feeling of giving birth and wanting to hold on to your little one and stare into his or her eyes. My sister was feeling sad, worried, and detached from everything. I wish the doctors had been more attentive to my sister’s needs and given her some reassurance and answers quicker.
Finally, after the doctors came in, she got a few answers. First, her daughter was breathing well and she could see her soon. Next, she has three holes in her heart, a straight line across her palms, signs of low muscle tone, and a protruding tongue. Finally, they said, “We think your child has Down Syndrome. We will know in a few days after the blood tests come back.” Silence, shock, tears......... My sister was 29, no signs or risks of having a child with Down Syndrome. It was quite shocking for everyone.