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Suddenly, your body tenses and your arms fly above your head. Your eyes roll back as every muscle in your body tenses. The monitor starts beeping as your oxygen levels drop. I jump up and hover over the metal crib where you lay as tears swell up in my eyes. I tell you, \u201cIt\u2019s okay, Mommy\u2019s here. It\u2019ll be over in a minute.\u201d I don\u2019t feel like it\u2019s okay though, I feel like running into the quiet hallway of the pediatric unit and screaming that something is wrong with my baby, just like I did 7 months prior during your first hospital admission, where I was first told these episodes were seizures. This time, though, I don\u2019t expect any nurses to come running because by now, I\u2019m expected to be able to handle this own my own unless it becomes an \u201cemergency\u201d situation, like if the seizure doesn\u2019t stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As the seizure ends, I pick your limp body up and cradle you in my arms. I slowly lower myself into the chair, careful not to tug on any of the wires that are attached to you. Your breathing is shaky and you are unresponsive to my hand stroking your head. I\u2019m so angry. I\u2019m only 19 and you are my first child, and this is not how I envisioned your life would be. I never imagined you would spend your first year in and out of the hospital. I never thought I would watch my child suffer day after day, and be told that some kids just have seizures and no one knows why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only, now, everyone wants to know why you\u2019re having seizures because you are having too many. As I gently rock you, my mind takes me back to the first one. You were three months old, it was the middle of the night. I felt you moving and thought you were waking for a bottle. Instead, your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you stopped breathing. I thought you were dying. During the 9-1-1 call, I remember the man on the other end saying to me, \u201cIt sounds like he is having a seizure.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said, \u201cIt doesn\u2019t look like a seizure.\u201d I didn\u2019t know how many different types there are, yet. I later learned that first seizure was a myoclonic one. What I didn\u2019t know was that it is the beginning of hundreds upon hundreds more of that type, and several others. You went on to have more episodes in the hospital, prompting the doctors to start you on an anti-convulsant medication called Phenobarbital. Unfortunately, even with the new medication, you were back at the hospital within days of being released due to more seizures.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I bring myself back into the present, where I\u2019m sitting with you in the unnervingly still hospital room. We are a few hours from home, away from the people we love, and I feel so alone. Our local hospital decided it was time to transfer you to a bigger, better hospital to start looking for a diagnosis. When they first told me, I thought, \u201cA diagnosis? I thought Epilepsy was the diagnosis?\u201d Even after 7 months of uncontrollable seizures, no one had made it clear to me that Epilepsy could be a symptom of a much bigger diagnosis. Since we arrived, my sweet, tiny baby had been hooked up to monitors, had more than enough blood draws, and had been subject to a very painful spinal tap. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I slowly stand up so I won\u2019t wake you, even though I know you will probably sleep for hours on end after all of the seizures you\u2019ve had. I place you back into the crib and sit back down in the chair, where I will stay awake all night to watch you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fast forward\u2026. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are barely over a year old now. You are only 18 pounds, and I have been told you are developmentally delayed. You have started physical therapy because you have low muscle tone. You are on three medications now, but the seizures still come regularly. It is not uncommon for you to have fifty or more in a day. I carefully peel open the envelope that came in the mail today. It\u2019s from the university hospital. On the piece of paper, \u201cchromosome anomaly\u201d is circled. There is a note from the neurologist asking me to call him. My hands are shaking as I pick up the phone, and I feel like everything is in slow motion as I dial the number. I bite my lip hard as I listen to the recording and wait for the beep so I can leave a message. I don\u2019t want to leave a message, I want to talk to the doctor. I need to talk to the doctor. I leave a message.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next few hours drag by. I pace around the kitchen as you play happily in your play pen. I can\u2019t seem to get my thoughts together. I don\u2019t even know what a chromosome anomaly is. I\u2019m scared. I\u2019m frustrated. God, why? Didn\u2019t I pray every day during my pregnancy for a healthy baby? I was told the seizures would probably stop by the time you turned two, and I realize for the first time that may not be true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The phone rings. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHello?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHi, Heather, this is Dr. Weig.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rest of the conversation is a blur. Exact words are lost, but I\u2019m told that something isn\u2019t right with your 14th chromosome and we need to go to Chapel Hill to see a genetics counselor and the neurologist. We make an appointment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just days later, we go. There, we are told that you have a rare chromosome disorder called Ring14 and there are only 35 people in the whole world diagnosed with this. You are the only one in North Carolina. Your doctors will be learning more from you than we will from them. Ring14? I\u2019ve never heard of this before, and you are diagnosed with it? I feel like collapsing on the floor, but I don\u2019t even cry. I hold you tight and listen while the doctors tell me that they don\u2019t know how severe your delays will be, or if you will have seizures only during childhood or for your whole life. Then we go home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At home, I search the internet for more information, but I only find one paragraph on a few different websites. It isn’t encouraging. I read the paragraph over and over. I don\u2019t feel informed, I just feel lost, scared, and so lonely. I blog on MySpace about what I\u2019ve been told. I type, \u201cIt can\u2019t be fixed or changed.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fast forward\u2026.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You turned 15 in February and now have an entire list of diagnosis and medications and procedures. You are not the little boy I imagined, or the physically healthy child I prayed for while pregnant. No, you are far more than I could have ever imagined and without a doubt, the happiest person I know. You don\u2019t need to be fixed or changed. You are non-verbal, but you teach me every day. I\u2019m still scared sometimes, but I\u2019ve learned so much. There are over 200 people diagnosed with Ring14 now. We are even blessed enough to know several of them thanks to the Facebook group we found when you were five. We call them our \u201cRing14 family.\u201d Some of the amazing mothers of children with Ring14 have started an organization here in the US. I serve on the board, and I will never stop advocating for you. We are not alone in our fight anymore. These days when someone is diagnosed with Ring14, it is much easier to find information and other families.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I used to fear your rareness, how hard it was to find others like you. Now I know, you are a beautiful, rare gem. Yes, your diagnosis of Ring14 changed our lives, but it did not change you. You are my son, my first born, a big brother to 4 siblings. You are happy, you are brilliant, you are amazing, you are funny, you are sweet, you are loved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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