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Two looks at how we become mothers

05.15.07 | blogging, breastfeeding, labor & delivery, motherhood | 11 Comments

I read an article yesterday about a couple adopting a daughter from China. I’ll summarize here, but I encourage you to read the whole thing if you’re interested. A couple spent two years trying to conceive and then decided to adopt from China. The logistics took over a year to arrange, and when they arrived in China, it was to find that their prospective daughter, Natalie, had a two inch scar on her spine. They consulted doctors and were told that she had had a tumor removed at some point and that she had spina bifida: she would be paralyzed for life.

Apparently adoption applications give parents the opportunity to choose which disabilities they are capable of handling. Spina bifida had not been on this couple’s list. They were offered, by the adoption agency, a replacement baby. Because they felt that they would not have rejected a baby with these problems had she been born to them, they took Natalie home.

Natalie had a seizure their first day back in the States. When she was examined in the ER, the parents were told that Natalie also had an atrophic brain and would be mentally about the same as someone with Down Syndrome. The next day a neurosurgeon looking at the CT scan ordered an MRI and the parents asked him to look at her spine also.

Turns out, Natalie doesn’t have spina bifida, or an atrophied brain. She had had a tumor (and malnutrition and neglect), and would need some extra help, but she would probably be fine.

Natalie walked at 21 months, and laughs, dances and sings at age 3. I know another mother who didn’t tell her husband that her third child had Down Syndrome during her pregnancy because she knew he would encourage an abortion. (They obviously have other problems, but I can only admire her).

Today I found this blog through my blogroll. It’s written by a mother/family physician in Illinois who delivers babies. It’s super-interesting, and I am wondering why on earth my (otherwise wonderful) OB with Sally let/encouraged me to push lying down for over two hours so futilely.

I’ll just quote from one of her earliest posts:

At the moment of his birth, K reached for him and cried, and called out “Oh, I love you, I love you.” Her husband cried openly, and K’s mom who had been in the room, but hiding in the corner because she was overwhelmed, sobbed and hugged her daughter, the husband, and the baby. I can never take that much emotion at once – so I shed a few tears, too, and had to have the nurse wipe my eyes so I could see what I was doing.

Baby was very pink and healthy right from birth, very content, and hardly cried at all. He immediately started rooting and mouthing his hands, but this mama did not want to breastfeed because she just didn’t think she’d like it. After a few minutes of holding the baby, she passed him off to be rewrapped, and then didn’t want him back saying she wanted to rest while her husband and mom got to hold him.

When I called back tonight to check on everyone, she was just feeding him (a bottle) for the first time 9 hours post delivery because they’d had so many visitors she hadn’t had time yet.

I have a lot of mixed feelings when I attend a family like this. On the one hand, I am reminded at every birth how powerful the moment is. I feel so bonded to a woman receiving her baby into her hands for the first time, and crying from joy. The moment tends to be the same for so many women. And yet, I don’t understand how the focus then shifts to a social occasion, and a chance to receive gifts, while the star player’s most pressing needs are ignored. Having a baby is not just an opportunity to design a nursery and collect baby equipment. The baby doesn’t give one hoot over whether he has matching curtains, or that all 46 friends are called with his weight and length – his mother has previously been his entire world, and all he cares about is being with her.

It wears me out.

This made me feel ashamed because I think I kind of ignored Spot today. She is so undemanding that she makes this possible — my other kids start misbehaving to get my attention. And Sally knows how to turn off my computer monitor if I’m really in the zone. But Spot, she just keeps playing/sitting happily. So I think I only nursed her 4-5 times today, instead of 6-7. Dickorrow will be better, I promise!

totally unrelated, but fun to read

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