You Think You Know, But You Have No Idea

Here I was all day wondering what I should write about tonight. Should I share about Austin's upcoming surgery or about how he danced around the living room to 'Hot Diggity Dog' for 15 minutes straight? Decisions, decisions. Well, I decided and it will be neither, not tonight.

Tonight I found myself reading Cristin's blog. Her post about Graham's hypothetical cure led me to this and the tagline got me. Hooked. I'll be honest I didn't even stick around long enough to read all the stories. I didn't need to. I took the pledge.

I have met Pity before. We are well acquainted.

I met Pity shortly after I delivered Austin. She came into my recovery room and uttered words that were completely worthless. Laughable, really. She had no clue. She tried, but really what do you say to someone who has given birth to something you have never seen before? You downplay it. You say something stupid and illogical.

You say, 'don't worry I am sure you can meet with an ENT and get him a Cochlear Implant.' Nothing against CI's, but um..he has no ears it's going to take more than a freakin' implant to save the day. Pity. The next day She returned. Good news, Austin passed his hearing test, sort of. This is where Pity smiles brightly, pats you on the knee and says, 'oh good, he can hear so you see it's only cosmetic.' HA.

I swear this happened, I wish I could make this stuff up. Pity was my doctor, my nurse, my lacation consultant. She was everywhere. I suppose She thought she was trying to be supportive. I remember my mom telling me that I should be nicer to her and not brush off all her comments after all She was only trying to help. Pity.

Have you ever felt lost in a crowd? That's how those first days were. I felt like I was speaking a foreign language or talking underwater. No one listened. Pity entered the room and spoke of feedings and pain medication; there was even a discussion about anti-anxiety meds. Pity hovered. She lingered in their eyes. She stayed in the room.

I left her in that hospital room and never looked back. What did she know anyway?

Unfortunately, Pity seems to be a bit contagious. She spreads her doubt and appears when you least expect her. She is your boss, your co-worker, your friend, your family member. She is the lady at Disneyland, the mother in the hospital; she is anyone who underestimates your child and your resilience.



Research shows Pity is curable. Take the Pledge.



Thanks for peeking,