12 Years On - what the kids have taught me!

Today is the day 12 years ago that I started this magical, amazing, exhausting, invigorating and all over mind-blowing adventure we call parenting.

I got catapulted into in with an absolute shattering of what my dreams and ideals of what my first child’s birth day would be like.

Not a gentle nudge, “Honey it’s time”, not quiet cuddles and a getting to know you time as a family with a newborn.

No – not for me – it was a full blown, bells and whistles high tech birth, emergency calls, emergency caesarean, baby whisked away as soon as it could be.

Such a high tech and modern birth P only made it thanks to someone in his choir having a cell phone in 1998, thanks to the unknown person who volunteered to be bumped off a plane so he could take their seat and fly back – W’s birth notice includes thanks to the airline!


But over the past 12 years I have learnt so much, grown and developed skills I’m sure I’d never have otherwise and learnt to look at life and appreciate life from a whole different angle.


I have learnt a whole new language and alphabetic acronyms – and how to exist in a whole parallel world of first the NICU and all the medical bits and then the world of children with special needs, therapists and so on.


I have developed my mathematical skills well beyond any of mine (or my teachers’ expectations!) going from working out timing of 4 hourly feeds on my fingers to now calculating mg per kg medication dosages, converting it to how many mls of the particular strength and when checking my figures with a GP discovering the only error was HIS.


I have learnt patience to a whole new level – from waiting 4 months to see W’s first smile, to waiting 4 years to finally hear T belly laugh after finally being free from reflux pain.


I have learnt persistence – from wearing out a pair of jeans teaching W how to co-ordinate himself sufficiently to learn to crawl to teaching N not to stand on and jump from the kitchen bench – timeout up to 20 times a day for well over a month!


I have learnt the value of time – from the lifetime that seems to pass in seconds as W’s apnoea monitor alarms again and you gently re-stimulate his breathing hoping and praying that you won’t have to put your CPR theory to a practical test to the trying to carve out time for each kid in a busy day filled with appointments, housework, therapies which need to be done and supposedly also doing paid work.


I have learnt comprehensive organisational skills – from organising and keeping up to date medical files on all the kids, keeping all scripts and repeats up to date, to making sure we don’t run out of coffee!


I have learnt how to write concise medical summaries for a doctor or specialist that will get across the journey so far, in a format they can absorb quickly but won’t put anyone’s back up.

I have also learnt that doctors, far from being gods, can make mistakes like anyone else and need to be pulled up on that occasionally – or fired from my child’s team of which I am the leader.


I have learnt to admire the face of courage in the many forms my children have shown me – from the on-going, everyday pain caused by severe reflux suffered relatively uncomplainingly by all of them, to simply continuing every day knowing they will be confronted with tasks they struggle with but doing it anyway – be it understanding a demanding and exhausting world for W, struggling to focus and concentrate on less than attention grabbing tasks for N, to developing language skills for T. They have persisted, courageously, to achieve what others may do without thinking.


While the children have struggled greatly in many areas it is a privilege to watch them change, develop and fight to grow. I will never take the smallest achievement for granted again – be it W finally figuring out how to co-ordinate the ‘suck, swallow, breathe’ routine for feeding aged around 10 days old, those first staggery steps from both W and N when N was so far behind at 10 months old that he was assessed at a 3 month level, to T figuring out how to sign for sweets and immediately doing it with two fingers to indicate he wanted more than one sweet!


I won’t complain about children moaning about being hungry – the words “Mummy, I’m hungry, I need food” from a 4 ½ year old T were magic indeed.

The joy of the family seated round the table all happily eating and completing their meals without dramas is not yet something I’ve been blessed with but I still plan for that in our future.


These are just some of the many skills and experiences which my children have given me on this journey of motherhood.

I can’t say I haven’t shed tears – and not just ones of pride.

I can’t say I haven’t ever lost my patience, been extremely frustrated and angry – or wondered why me and why all the kids.

I can’t say they have achieved all I’ve set out for them and I will continue to steer, direct, guide and ensure they get whatever services and help they need to get them to achieve to the absolute best of their abilities for as long as I can.

There are definitely times where the “Welcome To Holland” outlook is much more a “Welcome To Beirut” outlook.

But I have also learnt to treasure those rare, quiet, peaceful oases where no one is in crisis mode, we are not in the build up to some fight for therapies or trying to push a doctor along, and in fact things are ticking over and everyone is healthy.


These are just a few of the things my children have taught me over the past 12 years.