Hi, thank you for visiting my blog. I’m Alison and I am married with two gorgeous children. My journey into becoming a parent was not an easy one; taking ten years of heartache, longing and many tears before our first little miracle girl, M, was born, six weeks prematurely, in 2009. She is a miracle for many reasons…not least the time it took to conceive her, but also for the fact she survived a nightmare pregnancy ending with me being very seriously ill, close to death and being admitted to Intensive Care for a week. Many people prayed, including people I’d never met. The doctors were amazing and excelled themselves, I recovered, gave birth and we both live to tell the tale! As I recovered, with a new born baby to adore and focus all my attention on so my dream became a reality. As my baby girl grew so did the desire to give her a brother or sister. This time I fell pregnant fairly quickly and my ultimate dream was finally being fulfilled. I would have a family to call my own. Joy turned to sadness however, when at an early routine scan, problems with the baby were detected. I was told the baby would be unlikely to survive the pregnancy and that if, by any remote chance it did, then it would probably have some kind of syndrome such as Turner’s, Edward’s or Down’s. My world fell apart in an instant. My husband and I tried to come to terms with this prognosis. That our longed for brother or sister to M would die. We clung to each other and to our faith in God. Abortion was not an option for us, though it was quickly offered. Yet it is one thing to have principles, and another to actually have to stand on them. In my darkest moments in the days that followed, I almost envied women who could take that option. I wanted to run. I wanted it all to be over. Quickly. We made it clear we would not abort our unborn child but at the same time we were very scared of what we believed we were facing. However, as the pregnancy progressed so the prognosis improved. Weekly scans showed an improving situation and no sign of the various heart defects that were gloomily predicted. By the third trimester, the baby was growing well. This was one determined little girl!
Hazel was born in September 2011. We were overjoyed, but our joy was short lived. Within an hour of her birth it was clear that our baby was not well. Our fears from earlier in the pregnancy loomed large in the recovery suite. Though no one actually confirmed it, we knew. Our beautiful little girl had Down’s Syndrome. What should have been a time of joy and happiness as we bonded with our new addition became a sorrow filled time. We tried once again to come to terms with this news; not helped by the tone of the medical staff caring for us – it was a week before anyone said ‘congratulations’ to me in the hospital. No one had anything positive to say, only ‘I’m sorry’. Holding together feelings of overwhelming love for this helpless little human life, trying to keep warm in her incubator and feelings of sadness. Why did our baby have to have Down’s Syndrome? This must be a mistake. God had got it wrong. He didn’t mean for us to have a child with disabilities. Surely. That was not part of the dream. Yet that first night, as she lay next to me in her incubator, I fell head over heels in love and a new dream began. When I woke the next day, however it felt more like a nightmare as Hazel was taken from me, very seriously ill and sent to another hospital 40 miles away. I was not well enough to go with her at first, but after a few days I was well enough to travel and so followed many weeks of travelling each day to be at her bedside before she was finally allowed home. Years later and our lives have changed beyond all recognition. Both girls have additional needs; as well as Down’s syndrome we have since added diagnoses of Dyspraxia and Autism into the family mix! Yet one emotion overrides it all. Joy. Joy in the most unexpected places and all because of a little girl with Down’s Syndrome and her wonderful big sister. And my hope, in writing this blog is that it may help other parents who have received the news that their baby may have Down’s syndrome. That it will offer them hope; a hope I was not given at the time. That they may realise far sooner than I did that having a child with an extra chromosome is most definitely something wonderful, not something to fear or be sad about. In the words of my GP – ….”you will meet some amazing people, it will be an incredible journey.”