As a special needs mum, I have been anxiously awaiting/dreading Miss You Can Do It, a documentary about a beauty pageant for special needs girls. I wasn't entirely sure what I would be seeing or feeling while I watched this -- would I be depressed? Hopeful? Discouraged? Frustrated? Jealous? Grateful?
I was certainly emotional. The tears began at the four-minute mark and kept coming. The whole film was remarkable, but one particular quote struck me, implanting itself in my head on something of a loop since I first heard it. A mother was talking about her daughter, who was born with Down Syndrome, a diagnosis that was very much a devastating surprise to them at her birth. She repeated a piece of advice that was given to her the day her daughter was born: "It's OK to grieve the child that you thought you were going to have, because in grieving that, it helps you to celebrate the one that you've been given."
Cue sharp intake of breath.
Pause DVR. Rewind. Play back. Stare into space. Rinse. Repeat.
My God, oh my God. I hadn't even thought of that. Why hadn't I ever thought of that?
I have grieved over and over again for the bonding time I never had with Owen in the hospital. I have grieved that he crashed in Scott's arms the first time he was held and how frightening that must have been for them both. I have grieved being 55km away from him on his second night on earth while he fought for his life. I have grieved not holding him until he was three days old. I have grieved not nursing him until he was 11 days old. I have grieved that I only knew if he was about to stop breathing in those first two weeks by watching numbers on a machine and listening for alarm bells. I grieved that I was his mother and had not given him the safest environment to grow inside me and still could not protect him now that he was outside of my body.