So, I want to thank you all for your kind wishes and thoughts – I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it all. Well, it’s A LOT. REALLY.
The thing is, now life is normal. And it feels quite surreal. My days now are spent doing normal Ma things, which at the moment surmounts to changing endless nappies and defending Michael from the loving, but mostly violent advances of his older brother. Let this be noted: trying to explain to a one and a half year old that Michael is just like Baby Alexander out of Peppa Pig and should be minded and petted does NOT WORK.
I am a bit wobbly to be honest. This sounds totally mental, but looking at my perfectly healthy and THRIVING baby has prompted nightly flashbacks of the day and weeks after Michael was born, and they have scared the bejaysus out of me. Add to that, every time I hear Crumlin hospital mentioned on the radio I bawl. I mean BAWL.
I was listening to Tubs this week when a woman wrote in about how her husband and two sons were being super mean to her six year old son who wants to dress up in girl’s clothes and wear makeup. All these people were calling in, talking about how it was a huge issue, and how they had to care for the psychological impact of the child being POSSIBLY gay, and then this woman called in and said “do you know what? I want to tell those parents to COP ON”.
Basically, her one year old daughter who has Down Syndrome had spent the last week in Crumlin getting four holes in her heart repaired and this woman had seen the hell that exists inside those walls. She was so eloquent, and so brilliant at explaining what it feels like to be in it, really in it, that of course I was like a lunatic, ugly crying up the road with the double buggy. Also, I thought she made an exceptional point that if the only ‘problem’ you think you have is that your child might be gay, then you should be feckin delighted with yourself.
I know that you’re probably thinking, ah jaysus, would she ever cop on to herself? She has a healthy, happy family, and all is right in her world.
You’re right you know. And I am happy, and I’m not lying on the floor, crying silent tears as my kids run riot around me (well, the little fella anyway). I am doing a good job of getting through every day, but at night, when everyone is settled, and I am about to get my power sleep on, I think about what would have happened if it had all gone wrong.
I don’t feel like I am going to have a meltdown; I feel almost like I am downloading these feelings every night into a virtual book of emotions-never-to-be-revisted. Does that make sense? God, I sound a bit mental. The thing is, the real thing is, that I am changed as a result of this experience. My whole outlook on life as it was to be is altered, and I know that I have caught a glimpse of the other side, and how easy it is to get there. Knowing this, and absorbing it and accepting it has changed my life so completely, that the simple normality of raising a family has a far more serious connotation than it had before Michael’s birth.