Thursday, June 25, 2009

Looking Forward, Looking Back.

Looking back on the entry I made in my blog a few days after we received the diagnosis of Costello Syndrome for Nicola.

My wounds were raw... something that Colin could probably attest to. He called me the night we found out and there were a great many times I had to just stop talking because I was on the verge of breaking down again.

I felt like everything I had ever known about my daughter had been snatched away from me and smashed into pieces, and in her place was this tiny creature that really I knew nothing about.

I can't recall how many hours I spent just sitting on the end of my bed, watching her sleeping in her cot, asking myself what I had done wrong...

Was it that one slice of pepperoni pizza I had the night the girls Godfather bought them Pizza? Was it the soft serve I ate in the city in a moment of weakness?

Did I not take the prenatal vitamins early enough? Did I miss something else?

What did I do that could do this to my precious child?

I still lapse into those thoughts from time to time... I find myself wondering...

But oddly enough, now, only 6 weeks later, I can't imagine my life without her being just the way she is. She is a whole new level of perfection, and already she has taught me so much, and I don't mean just the medical skills.

Nicola has taught me patience and tolerance. She has taught me a whole new level of acceptance and understanding.

Nicola has taught me how to love in a way that is more fierce than anything I ever thought was possible... and she has taught me how to fight, not just for her, but for everyone else that is just like her... and already we have achieved miraculous things that we never thought would be possible.

Recently I received an email from someone who shared with me the story of their own precious Costello Angel who has grown their wings... a story that reduced me to tears and kept me there for the rest of the day.

It was with that story that I realised that the confrontation for this condition hasn't ended.

There are so many beginnings and so many endings... there are so many chapters in this story...

Some days I dare not turn the page for fear of what the new chapter may bring.

The reason I'm sharing all of this now is because today has been one of 'those' days...

One of those days where everything is just all too hard. I don't want to deal with the truth, I don't want to deal with the doctors, I don't want to deal with the medical stuff... I just want one moment of normalcy in my life...

Tonight when I was doing Nicola's speech therapy and giving her a bottle I discovered that she has cut her first tooth.

And that was it...

In the midst of all of the frustration and the confrontation...

As if she knew that tonight I needed it the most... my beautiful little girl had given me the one moment of normalcy I wanted.

Now, my wounds are still raw... I will still go to bed tonight questioning how I will get through tomorrow, or next week, or next month (especially travelling internationally with a high needs infant!)...

My heart will still break when she cries in pain... and I will still question the fairness of life when I see my older children taping nasogastric tubes to the faces of their cabbage patch dolls and listening to their tummies with stethescopes...

I will still battle with the medical system tomorrow for her care, and I will still seek out new ways to make her life better... I will still fight for her, and for every other person out there like her...

But now I can look forward to being surprised by silly little normal things as well.

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