Friday, December 18, 2009

Welcome to Holland....

Someone posted this on the forum I belong to and it really touched me and I thought I would share it with everyone else.


Welcome to Holland" By Emily Perl Kingsley, 1987

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

My UltraSound/Doc App.

So yesterday was another ultrasound and doctor's appointment that had actually went good for once! I was extremely shocked at the measurements because it was quite a bit of difference from two weeks ago. So her arms,legs, and stomach measured at 29 weeks which is the original due date of Feb 18. and her head is still measuring small at about 27 weeks so they take all the measurements and average them out which put her at my due date Feb 26 which the doctor decided to change and stick with. Her weight is also above 27 weeks she is at 2 lbs 9oz so that is a big change from two weeks ago.

I went ahead and got the H1N1 vaccine today since it passes on to the baby and would vaccinate her 6 months after birth since I am worried about taking a week old baby on a air plan in the middle of winter and flu season.

Our next ultrasound is December 14 and not to much more then that going on.