Disney is pretty big in my house. My 5 year old is working her way through most of the classics as well as loving the modern epics too. From Frozen to Fantasia we pretty much know all the songs off by heart. She is very familiar with the notion of frozen fractals, I, on the other hand, had to google them. Hakuna Matata is a concept we try to embrace and as for the Bare Necessities, well, perhaps the less said about those the better. There is one Disney classic that she has yet to discover. You may remember it if you are over the age of say, 35. The Incredible Journey. It’s a story of two dogs and a cat who embark on a journey across America to find their owner. (If you’re under 35 then you’ll probably recognise the remake version “Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey”) Same sentimental story, different breeds, different names. Definitely Disney.
I watch my daughter act out the scenes from these films as she plays. Or rather, as she dramatises them from the living room, down the hallway and into the garden. She is desperate to go to Disneyland. She wishes she were Elsa. Or Anna, she’s really not fussed. She wishes that real life was like a Disney film. So do I, or rather I did. Then, one day it happened.
Three years ago I was visited at home by my GP. I vividly recall his words as he sat on the end of my bed.
I had just brought my second newborn baby home from hospital. In truth, Hazel was nearly two months old by the time she was well enough to leave the neonatal unit where she had been treated for serious bowel problems. My first baby, M, had also spent some weeks in hospital yet bringing her home was different. A very happy occasion. Party time even. Our first longed for child at home after weeks of uncertainty about her health and mine. Tears of happiness and much joy.
This time was different. I felt no reason to celebrate. I thought it had all gone wrong. My baby was not supposed to have Down’s Syndrome. That was not a club I was prepared to join. As a woman of faith, I thought God had got it badly wrong.
It’s a strange juxtaposition. On the one hand, I was head over heels in love with my new baby. I had sat by her incubator virtually every day for the last two months. She was my baby and I loved her with all my heart. Yet the realities of bringing her home, out of that safe, cushioned neonatal environment where everyone cared and said supportive things, to suddenly being back in the real world where people sometimes stared, backed away from and condemned what they didn’t understand was terrifying. Combine this with the physical shock my body had gone through following another difficult pregnancy & c-section as well as the trauma of finding out our baby had Down’s Syndrome AND a daily 80 mile round trip to be at her bedside whilst still somehow caring for a two year old and perhaps you begin to understand just what state my health was in.
So it was that the GP was called after I collapsed in a heap on the living room floor and took to my bed, unable to face caring for my baby, whom I loved dearly.
He quietly listened as I explained why I couldn’t go on. Then, after making some suggestions as to the way forward (which included a helpful visit from a psychoanalyst as well as a psychiatrist to establish whether or not I could actually care for my baby) he then spoke the most powerful sentence and one that, even though I found hard to believe, I have never forgotten.
“You will meet some amazing people. It will be an incredible journey”.
Three years on and those words have never been truer. What felt like a nightmare, a very bad dream has become a life changing event. For the better. Having a child with Down’s Syndrome was not something I would have chosen. Most parents of children with Down’s Syndrome would probably say the same. And yet, here’s the incredible thing….despite the many difficulties and struggles along the way, Hazel has brought more joy into our lives than we could ever imagine!
Hazel’s infectious personality, her warm hearted spirit and her downright joy continue to brighten each day, not only for us but for others she meets.
She has taught us so much in a short space of time. We have learnt to love unconditionally. We have learnt not to fear or shun difference. We have learnt to celebrate even the smallest achievement or take time enjoying the simplest of pleasures in life. Through Hazel and, because of her, we have met some amazing people. People who are also on this incredible journey; people who also went through the same fears and struggles as us and yet they are living happy and fulfilled lives. People who have had to face harder, tougher struggles than ours yet who do so with grace and without bitterness. We have learnt to find joy in the most unexpected places. And, without denying or pretending that there aren’t some really tough times – it is much harder parenting a child with special needs than one without – I am excited about living the dream! A dream of having a family of my own. A dream that took ten years to be fulfilled in M, who’s name means “wished for child“. I am blessed beyond measure by my two beautiful little girls. Nothing gives me greater joy than watching them play together, laugh together, create mayhem together and live life to the full together. I am thankful to God to be on this Incredible Journey. I’m also excited about starting a new one by writing this blog. And who knows? Maybe one day we’ll get to go to Disneyland too!
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All views & opinions expressed are personal.
November 7, 2014 at 3:00 pm
Superb piece of writing, Alison. Certainly brought many tears to the eyes but made me smile in many places too. Don’t stop writing of your experiences as they help in so many of our own experiences.
November 7, 2014 at 4:59 pm
Thanks Alex, it’s been quite a journey and was very nervous hitting the ‘publish’ button! Appreciate your comments.
November 8, 2014 at 2:55 pm
Choked me up Alison. You are by far the bravest mother I know. X
November 8, 2014 at 3:53 pm
Thank you Helen, certainly don’t feel brave usually just scared, but excited too 🙂
November 11, 2014 at 2:29 pm
I’ve been volunteering with kids with developmental disabilities, and now have a deep and profound respect for their parents and advocates! God bless you.
And I thought you’d appreciate this: http://karenwriteshere.com/2014/11/09/special-needs-kids-can-teach-us-a-thing-or-two-about-humanity/
November 12, 2014 at 11:39 am
A beautiful post Alison, welcome to the world of blogging. We have the power to rewrite the story don’t we. And yes, you will go to Disneyland I’m sure.
November 12, 2014 at 11:46 am
Thank you Hayley, your words mean so much. I have learnt so much from your posts, time to give something back myself. Alison x
November 14, 2014 at 12:40 am
Just beautiful made me cry buckets xx
November 14, 2014 at 9:28 am
Thanks Molly…your turn next! xxx