I belonged to a Mom’s group when my first son was born – we met through the Health region every week for a couple of months, and after the program was over, we decided to stick together because we enjoyed each others company so much.
We were all new Moms, ranging from early 20’s to a couple of us oldies who were in our mid 30’s. Every week we got together to commiserate about our babies, husbands, and life in general. We were a pretty tight knit group and relied on each other for babysitting, great advice, and a lot of laughs. We got together at each other’s houses once a week, and once a month went out for an evening together that we called Mom’s night out.
All was well for me in this group until it became clear that my son was not keeping up with the other kids. There is nothing as humbling and scary as seeing 9 other little ones walking about, beginning to chat and play while my son sat in the middle of the floor. It was, in fact, painful at times and I began to make excuses now and then about why we couldn’t attend. I was angry at myself because I felt a little bit ashamed of Colby, and there was no one to talk to who could understand my feelings.
One night, while out with the Moms, the subject of having a second child came up. One of the girls turned to me and said “Would you have another child if you thought they would turn out like Colby?” Instinctively I said “No.” Immediately, I regretted it.
I went home that night feeling very down, and very angry at the person who had been so insensitive, but mostly I felt ashamed of myself, that I had betrayed my beautiful, darling son by as much as admitting that he was somehow less.
Checking in on my sleeping boy that night, I vowed to him that I would never, ever let anyone make me feel like he was less, and that I would never, ever consider him to be less. I cried by his crib for half an hour, so sick with shame and self loathing for not putting that person in their place.
When I did become pregnant with my second son, it never occurred to me to be fearful that things wouldn’t be perfect. My husband was upset at first – worried that we could possibly have two children with special needs- but that passed quickly.
Colton was born in November of 2003 – 27 months younger than Colby. Colby was over the moon in love with his baby brother. Just barely walking three months before his brother was born – and saying maybe 5 understandable words – I could hear Colby coming down the hospital hallway saying “baby, baby, baby” then plunked himself down in a chair and held out his arms to hold his little brother.
Colton proved to be the most delightful little baby, he just did everything right – he ate lots – (nursed like a champ), slept like a log, and was happy all day long. I called him “Angel boy”. And having him added to our family has been the best decision ever.