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On July 3, 2019 my life completely changed. Before then I had been part of the workforce since the age of 15. I had several certifications and licenses in different fields, and I excelled at every position I was in. Most recently I worked as a medical assistant in a dermatology office. I loved my job and I felt accomplished after a hard day’s work. I always swore I didn’t not want to be a stay-at-home mom. I was the kind of person that NEEDED a job. So what happened on July 3rd?
My son was born via emergency cesarean, because his body had become stressed in the womb. He had respiratory issues and a blood sugar level of 3. The nurses said that was the lowest they had seen. He was transferred to the children’s hospital where he spent the next two weeks in the neonatal intensive care unit. As time when on it became more and more clear that my son was struggling in certain areas of development. He got evaluations, started therapies and slowly started to improve. He then received more tests that lead us to the diagnosis of cerebral palsy. With those words the vision of me returning to the workforce slowly faded away. In place of that visions of new goals for my son took its place. I (mostly happily) gave up every part of my “pre-baby” self to become caretaker, advocate, nurse, home therapist, etc. to my son. It may not always be easy, in fact most days it’s not, but I am a Mother Of A truly Great Gift.
My son is the most amazing child, at least in my opinion. He has been through so much in his short life. He was diagnosed with cerebral palsy shortly after his first birthday. Ever since, and really even before that, we have been attending lots of different therapies and doctors visits. Through it all he still continues to smile and brighten the day of the people he meets. I have the happiest little boy. He is such an inspiration to me, I hope he can be to others too. Each day we live the balancing act of therapies but still trying to find time to let him just be a toddler. I never want my son to think I look at him and all I see is his, but I also don't ever want him to think I look at him and avoid seeing his condition.