July 8, 2015
After much deliberation, we decided to have baby #2. The original plan was that DP would carry one and then I would carry one. Then we had our beautiful sweet DD, and as I watched her birth I literally became traumatized at what I saw. DP had a fairly uneventful pregnancy but a difficult birth. She lost a lot of blood and it scared the hell out of me. At that moment I doubted that I would ever want to give birth.
Shortly after DD was born we began to notice that something wasn't right. We ignored our instincts. When DD turned 9 months it was apparent that she was not meeting her milestones. Something was definitely wrong. We discussed our concerns with our pediatrician, but he didn't seem overly concerned. By the time DD was 18 months she began to engage in repetitive behaviors, wasn't talking, had poor eye contact, and didn't respond to her name. In my heart I knew what it was. My DD was Autistic. From that moment we began to embark on a journey to solve an impossible puzzle. We did early intervention, waiting for months on a waiting list to be seen by a doctor that could properly diagnose her, and then enrolled her in a special school where she could get Applied Behavior Analysis and learn to speak.
Today my DD is 4 years old. She is still Autistic, but she can talk to get her basic needs met. She responds to her name, and we are getting to know her a little better everyday. Now that we have our DD in a place where she is making steady progress, we decided that it is time to plan for baby #2. It has been 4 years since my DD was born, The memory of her difficult birth faded in my mind. I want to give her the joy of a sibling relationship one that I have experienced in my life. There is nothing like the relationship you have with your brother or sister. My DD will inevitably have social challenges as she grows up. I can only hope that having a close relationship with her brother or sister will help her with that challenge. I also yearn to know the biological connections that mothers feel toward their offspring. I am curious to know if it is different than the bond I have with my DD as an adoptive mom.
July 14th is marked in my calendar as the day that my life might possibly change. I have so many worries about this journey. Will I even be able to get pregnant? I am 36 and quickly approaching 37. Who knows what I am getting myself into. I feel like the odds are against me, but I am still going to try. Maybe I will get lucky and this time next year, I'll be smiling as I watch my DD run in the playground, laughing, and talking up a storm as I am holding baby #2 in my arms.
To be continued................