This time last year…
In what seemed like seconds, I went from a glowing pregnant mom expecting boy #2 and boy #3, to a crying mess, not knowing what to expect. We started with Dandy Walker, and progressed to Lissencephaly. We were informed of abortion rights, warned of looming death, and on more than one occasion, feared we might lose Nolan before he could even be born.
As our news unfolded and my heart unraveled, I started searching frantically for moms like me. Moms who had heard this or a similar combination of news, but were choosing life. I found moms who had kids doing things we thought might be impossible. I found far more moms whose babies were already angels. Our particular combination of brain conditions was few and far between, (I only found one at the time) but the message I got by observing all of the stories was the same. There was no way to predict what was coming, or what OUR story would be.
That frantic search is one of the reasons I share our story so openly. And sure enough, those moms like me find us. They sometimes write me with concerns or questions. I am honest, but I can never offer any assurance about where they are headed. I wish I had something perfect to say to that mom…to ME this time last year. But there is nothing I can write that will help. I cannot advise. I cannot predict.
If I knew then what I know now…well, that might make the rest of the pregnancy easier. But that wouldn’t be fair. A large part of the struggle of dealing with an in-utero diagnosis is the wait, and the uncertainty. Being able to see photos of my smiling blessings might be comforting, but it wouldn’t tell me the whole story. It might misrepresent some of the heartaches we’ve had, how they are far behind their typically developing peers, or how they are “on track” with the horribly low expectations for Lissencephaly.
Somewhere out there, another mom like me is reading this. Perhaps not long after hearing her own baby has been dealt an unexpected label. And just like I could have in no way looked one year in the future…that mom cannot possibly look at our story and know where she is headed. I can’t say… “See! Your baby will live!” “Your baby will eat by mouth!” “Your baby will leave that hospital and make it home to enrich your lives in ways you never thought possible!” “Your baby will have a smile that could inspire the world!” I couldn’t have known that about our boys one year ago. And “that mom” can’t possibly know that about her own baby today. The cloud of uncertainty. Of fear. It cannot be escaped.
So instead of looking at where our boys are today. Instead of seeing how we find ways to love and be joyful despite the circumstances. Instead of talking about how this has strengthened my faith instead of shattering it. Instead of giving you the “if I knew then what I know now” thoughts…I’ll just say this…
I don’t know where your road will lead, or how your story will unfold. I don’t know what decision you will make, and despite the judgment you might expect to find here, you will find none. No one can understand what you are feeling unless they have been there. And only those who have been told to choose know the secret that there is also a tiny bit of guilt in choosing life when the quality of that life is so unknown.
But know this…If I were once again in that painfully vulnerable point, I would without a doubt make the same choice. If I was pregnant again today, right in this moment, and we heard those awful words about our next child. If I heard the odds, the risks, the downsides, the costs, the horror stories. If I read the life expectancy over and over and over until the phrase “two years” was burned in to my red tear filled eyes. If I knew as little about that baby now, as I did about our twins one year ago, I’d still do it all again. I’d see it through. I’d give him/her/them a chance. Because no matter how your story unfolds, you will never regret loving your child with all you have.
God bless you & your family.
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Jo lisa said:
Melody, I am always so proud of you when I read your words.. Your wisdom, strength, and courage are amazing! You are an inspiration! You are able to put words to feelings in a special way.. You are gifted.. To share that gift during your own hurt is both a sacrifice AND therapy. Be strong, my friend!
Jan Hunn said:
A friend of mine in our dog rescue group shared your blog with me. I have been “lurking”, following your story for a year now.
Just want to extend my love and support and let you know I have been praying for you.
Jennifer Scott said:
May God bless you & your family … & continue to give you the ‘right’ words to inform & help others all while going through this journey.
B & D James said:
You are an inspiration to everyone around you!!! I am so proud of you and Justin!!! I look forward to reading your blogs all the time!!! We love you very much!!!
Barb Hubbard Scott said:
You, and your little boys are quite the inspiration, and I’m sure others will read your words and make the decision to love their child through the uncertainties that may plague their lives, just as you so eloquently described. I have cold chills, tears, a smile, – well, all emotions while reading your blog. You don’t know me, but through your husband and knowing his parents for a great length of time, I know you must be a very special mommy and woman because they are great folks – so I know. Blessings to you and your family and may you continue to bless others as those sons bless you and all whose lives they have and continue to touch.
Ann Mounce said:
Melody: your articles are a blessing to read ! You are helping other people by being so open and honest about your experiences and feelings. May God continue to hold your family in his arms and give you the strength to be the best mamma for all three of your boys.
Your words are an inspiration – not only to someone facing similar struggles, but to those of us dealing with seemingly unrelated issues. The real issue is the uncertainty, fear of the unknown – and for me- often worrying about things that will 99% never happen. I thank you for these words:
“I don’t know where your road will lead, or how your story will unfold. I don’t know what decision you will make, and despite the judgment you might expect to find here, you will find none. No one can understand what you are feeling unless they have been there. ”
Thank you for reminding me that (thankfully) I am not in control – God is. I just need to get out of the way.
God bless you and your family.
Tammy Vierra said:
I could not have said it better myself.