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Luke and Claire

"Welcome to Holland"


By Emily Perl Kingsley, 1987. All rights reserved.


I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Well....

Sorry we have been seriously slacking on the blog posts! I think God makes a first pregnancy and baby really easy so you get fooled to do it again. Not that this pregnancy has been difficult by any stretch of the imagination...it has just been more difficult than Luke's. Here's a good story about our weekend:

On Friday, March 2nd, Claire decided it would be really funny to pretend like she wanted to come a few weeks early. My contractions started around 10 p.m. while we were at our neighbors' house (yes, I was up that late), but I didn't think anything of it because I've had TONS of contractions this pregnancy. Well, by 3:30 they were strong and every 5 minutes. An hour later I started getting uncontrollably sick (I'll spare you the details), and by 6:30, nothing was left in my very sore body. By that point I was slightly freaking out, so we called our good friends David and Angela to watch Luke and we were off to the hospital. I refused to be that person who cried wolf that they were in labor when it was just Braxton Hicks, but they hooked me up to the monitor....and.....my contractions were strong and every 2-3 minutes. The looks on the nurses faces were pretty funny, considering the situation. After 1.5 liters of IV fluids and a little food, I could finally feel my body again. The stinking contractions lasted all the way until around 1:30. Do the math: That is a flipping long time to have contractions for them to do NOTHING other than make me extremely sore!!!! We're convinced that this is just another indication that Claire will have an even stronger personality than her brother or me, which is very hard to believe for any who knows us. Finally, at 5:30 they let me go free with the hope that Claire can stay an internal baby for at least another week. Stay tuned.

In other news, Luke is growing like a weed!!! I keep saying that I want Claire to hurry up and get past the infant stage (yes, I know to cherish every moment....blahblahblah), but I LOVE the stage Luke is in. In the evenings before bed we cuddle on the couch, drink milk, and watch Baby TV. For those of you who don't have 1,000,000,000 stations on your television, this might just be the greatest invention for toddlers. All of the segments are about 10 minutes and are so cute they are creepy. Luke loves to dance and clap to the songs, and it always cracks us up. When we're not busy cuddling, he is getting more adventurous with walking. We're going from one piece of furniture to another without any help, and we walk into school just holding one hand!!!! When we're too tired to roam around the house, the ipad has TONS of fun games!! Here's a video of Luke playing his favorite monkey game with Patrick helping with sound effects.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWEXOCpYspE

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