I’ve written a whole lot about how D has grown to be the little man he is today, and all of the struggles he’s overcome. Of course, I’ve told everything from my own perspective, but I haven’t blogged in detail about how I coped or felt through it all.

I initially thought that this whole thing would be a bump in a road that D would overcome, and I wanted to limit the number of people who knew about the horrible scary thing that would forever be in his past. I didn’t want him to be labeled “disabled” or even “special needs.” It took me a while to accept the magnitude of what had happened to him (and to our family). As I mentioned briefly before, I basically went through the stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance) several times, after each substantial development.

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Mr T and I were very private and guarded for the first few weeks. We didn’t even tell our parents what had happened (beyond that D was born via emergency C section) until I let them visit me at the hospital 2 days after he was born. Just like us, I’m sure they didn’t understand right away. As we allowed a few close friends to visit D in the NICU, I told them then. I sent an email to my other friends when we scheduled D to get the feeding tube surgery, to explain why he was getting it – until then (6 weeks after his birth) they thought his only issue was prematurity. I cried so much when composing that email, and when I wrote updates to the HB boards, which were a big source of support for me.

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Perhaps I was taking control over the one aspect I could – the information that went out. As time went on, I accepted more that this was going to be his story, and there is no shame or embarrassment in that. I came up with my own “script” for how to succinctly describe what had happened to the random people in our lives.

Although I now accept that I am a mom of a kid with special needs, I think that all the scary things that D went through, and all of the hard parts of our life that we don’t have to deal with anymore (like hospital stays, or the broviac IV, or weekly GI clinic visits, or weekly PT…may this list continue to grow!) and I feel just like me. The things that are still a part of our life (like the feeding tube and OT at home) are just that, a part of my life now, but like I’ve survived a great trauma. I obviously don’t mean to discredit D here; he is the one who has been through the most. Although at times the emotional pain, worry, and fear were hard to bear, I was never in physical pain. D has been in so much pain he once just quit breathing. I’ve had to hold him down to get poked and prodded, and that’s not even counting the 100+ nights he spent without us by his side in the hospital.

I don’t wish this experience on anyone, but at the same time, man it could have been much worse. I thank my lucky stars every day that D is thriving and that somehow Mr. T and I got through the rough parts (which I hope are all behind us) with our marriage intact. Honestly, it’s been weakened – not a topic I’m comfortable putting out there in detail, but we’re trying hard to get back to where we were before this tornado hit.

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The advice I would give now to parents staring down the barrel of a LO’s chronic health disorder isn’t the most encouraging or insightful, but it’s the only advice that I found to be applicable at every step of the awful way. You have to continuously put one foot in front of the other, every day. Just keep going; you’re going to feel like crap some days and like you’re not doing what you should, but just do what you can. Even if (especially if) you feel like the most clueless and helpless person, your role as a parent is still so important, and you absolutely will grow into it. It is truly amazing what we (and our LOs!) can adapt to and thrive under. Someday this too shall pass, or at least, this helpless scary feeling will.

I hope that D can serve as an inspiration to those going through tough times, and a reminder to count your blessings for those who are coasting on by. May the worst of it all be behind us, for good!