Parenting a child with special needs is a journey filled with both love and fear, two emotions that often intertwine in a parent’s heart. Each day begins with hope for relief from pain or illness, while an underlying dread serves as a reminder that health can be a delicate balance, easily disrupted.
Like many mothers, I often muttered, “I just want a healthy baby” during my first pregnancy. My experience was typical, and I never imagined that the definition of “healthy” would become so loaded with urgency and heartache for my husband and me.
After 21 hours of labor, I welcomed my first son into the world. As a newborn, he underwent the standard tests, including a heel prick to screen for a variety of metabolic disorders. To my horror, his little foot bled for three long days.
Questions flooded in, and tests multiplied. By the time he was three days old, he had received a blood transfusion. I overheard a nurse mention the need for an HIV/AIDS test. While I fought to manage my panic, his foot finally stopped bleeding. He was moved to the NICU, where he would spend the next month.
Soon after, we learned that our son had been diagnosed with hemophilia, a rare bleeding disorder. We were filled with questions and tears. “No, he won’t die from this as long as he has access to medication to stop the bleeding,” the doctors reassured us. “Yes, he can lead a normal life.” They said our feelings were entirely valid. We exhaled a mix of relief and anxiety.
A week after we brought him home, we noticed his wrist swelling rapidly. He cried out with that distinct, desperate newborn wail. Rushing to the hospital, we learned he was experiencing a joint bleed. “But how? Why? Can he just start bleeding?” We were told yes, he could.
During his toddler years, we transformed our home into a safe haven. We padded sharp edges, gated doorways, and outfitted him with protective gear. I became a reclusive stay-at-home mom, relying on online friendships with other mothers. My fear of letting him play at parks or host playdates loomed large, as everything revolved around hemophilia. The condition felt like a heavy fog, overshadowing our hopes for a normal life.
As he grew, he began to run, jump, and play like any other boy. However, bruises seemed to appear out of nowhere, and he would sometimes stop moving altogether, unable to walk due to internal bleeding. We kept an emergency bag ready at the door, prepped for quick trips to the ER.
For years, his treatments took place in hospitals, where the medical staff often struggled to find veins. I still remember one excruciating night: after eight hours and 16 failed attempts to draw blood, a wise doctor called in a specialized team who managed to calm my son and administer treatment in under a minute. Once I knew he was safe, I excused myself to the restroom where I had to catch my breath.
When my son turned four, he underwent surgery to implant a portacath, allowing us to administer his medication at home. This new routine brought us a sense of control and security.
This past fall, he entered kindergarten. We spent months preparing to ensure his safety at school. Collaborating with teachers and medical staff, we developed a comprehensive medical response plan. On his first day, I held my breath, anxious for the phone to ring. It never did. Instead, he came home beaming, sharing tales of his new crush, Chloe, and his best friend, Franklin, and even proclaimed he wanted to be a ninja!
In that moment, I realized he was experiencing the joys of childhood beyond hemophilia. As winter approaches and we look forward to the New Year, I find my worries shifting to typical boyhood concerns. Having a network of family and friends who understand my son’s genetic condition has lightened my emotional load. I can now focus on the everyday adventures of childhood.
Learning to manage my fears has allowed me to embrace love and hope while coming to terms with my son’s genetic condition. While all parents face challenges, those of us with children dealing with serious medical issues—be it life-threatening allergies, rare genetic disorders, or other conditions—must constantly balance fear with love.
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In conclusion, understanding how to manage fear while nurturing love has been essential in my journey as a mother.