Solidarity!

A few weeks ago, my best friend made the announcement that her little one – due in August – has Down Syndrome, by ordering matching shirts for the whole family and posting a photo. I immediately ordered one.

I was so excited when it came that I had to take my first selfie. Perhaps the next time you see my scary shirt (roar!), this sweet, new baby will be in my arms.
dinosaurs are scaryShe’s being named for me. Her middle name is Christine. (In truth, she’s named for all of her mother’s best friends. She somehow amassed a cadre of Christies! Christa, Christina, Christian, and me.) (But Baby Farrah is named for me. 😉 )

A couple of months ago, I posted here about an answer to prayer. This news took me to my knees. I hadn’t understood that Down Syndrome can come with a cluster of health problems, so I prayed for the little one’s heart and strength.

Something remarkable happened immediately upon rising from that prayer, and I knew the angels were with me, confirming that all was well. It took another couple of weeks for the fetal echocardiogram, but I knew that baby was okay. Or if not, no matter what challenges came with her syndrome, they would be surmountable. The calm and comfort from that prayer was undeniable. I knew our baby was okay.

She’s perfect! She’s everything she’s supposed to be. And we get to spend our lives with her! I’m amazed! I’m flabbergasted.

Why should I be so lucky? I get to spend the rest of my life with PURE LOVE? Why should I be graced by this beautiful person, “the one true human,” we’re calling her? Why, how, am I so lucky?

I, especially, feel blessed, because when Jax and I were trying briefly to have a baby, I knew that I wasn’t equipped to be the mother of a special needs child. I was taking a chance, entering the possibility of a high risk pregnancy, becoming an “ol’ lady mama,” and I prayed. I told the angels, “My skill set makes me capable of being a great mom to a child with no immediate and life-altering special needs. Send me a healthy baby. That’s what I can do.”

I couldn’t do the heartbreaking and difficult work of mothering a child with special needs, but my friend can. She’s a wonderful mother! I’ve told her so many times over the years that she’s helped me re-mother my inner child. AND she has a home, not a rental, a partner she gets along with (and makes home home with), and an entire extended family all within walking distance (plus in-laws who visit and take care all the time). She’s not alone, she’s supported, she’s done this a time or 2. She’s ready. She’s the best mother!

This baby is a blessing that I get for FREE! Why? Why me? I’m overwhelmed.

We love her so much!

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Proceeds from T-shirt sales fund Down Syndrome research. 🙂