The Day I Knew My Baby Was Special

Sure, all parents say their kid is special. And I do believe that each and every person is special. We all have our own gifts and talents. But, between you and me, some people have an extra bit of special. And while my baby isn’t due until March 2013, I KNOW my kid has that extra bit of special.

Look at my little hippy, already flashing the peace sign.

Monday, October 1, my husband and I went in for my regularly scheduled ultrasound. All great news. The heart looks perfect. The spine is adorable (I say it looks like a little adorable xylophone). Kidneys are getting blood flow. Skull is normal. No spina bifida or cleft palate. We’re not finding out the gender of our little Banana (the nickname we finally, mostly, settled on). So this is a great check up that shows we have a very healthy baby.

Then the doctor starts to explain the left arm.

It turns out, most likely due to one of those random acts of life, that our baby’s left arm stopped developing half way between the elbow and where the wrist should be. Most likely the doctor said it was due to amniotic banding or perhaps a random blood clot or lack of artery development. We asked a bunch of questions. The doctor was wonderful and took all the time we needed. The great news was everything else looked as perfect as could possibly be.

For those who don’t know my background, I spent 8 years in the special needs community. I’ve seen lots of kids do amazing things in situations far harder than a missing hand. So if it’s possible to be “prepared” for that news, I guess I was. My husband is an amazing man who also took it in stride. When we left and were sitting in the lobby it was weird noticing all of these kids and people, they all have two hands! I think most pregnant ladies worry a bit about what can go wrong. Of all the things that get onto that list, a missing hand is not one of them!

Surreal was the word of the week.

So we went home. We told a few people. We cried a bit. And we talked. We talked a lot. That day and night, the next few days. I have a friend who specializes in pediatric occupational therapy so we talked for a while. We’ve been sad, serious, hopeful and humorous. With Halloween coming up we’ve discussed the possibility of being pirates with hook hands, but maybe we’ll save that for next year. We’ve discussed sports and musical instruments. We’re dealing. And we’re relieved that if this is the worst, we are a lucky family.

Right now this is what we know. I’m healthy. The baby is healthy (Go Banana!). We are blessed with an incredibly supportive family and network of friends and coworkers. Our child will absolutely be special, and different, and we will support him or her in doing anything and everything they desire. We will get there differently, but different isn’t bad.

It’s what keeps life interesting.

I will continue to write about our journey, and that of little Banana. At some point I might move it elsewhere, but until then…stay tuned. And thank you for letting me share.

To read more about Banana’s Journey, click here.

Comments

3 Responses to “The Day I Knew My Baby Was Special”

  1. tiffani dee says:

    Rachel! I just read this when I saw the link on Jamie’s page. Beautifully written – can’t wait to finally meet little banana!

Trackbacks

Check out what others are saying...
  1. […] you happened to notice little Miss Fern is missing something, take a peek at her Momma’s blog about the day she knew her baby was special. It’s touching and beautiful and so full of love […]

  2. […] you happened to notice little Miss Fern is missing something, take a peek at her Momma’s blog about the day she knew her baby was special. It’s touching and beautiful and so full of love […]



Leave A Comment