Hi, Jennie! We are all part of a special club. I was terrified when Hannah started real daycare when she was a year old. She was way behind and I was afraid she would be treated differently. But they didn't treat her differently at all. In fact, they didn't baby her - instead they made her do what all the other kids did! We have applied to have her placed in an ESE pre-k class in our county school system when she turns 3 in the fall. She will get free speech therapy during the school day. Right now she is in an early intervention program that pays for her speech until she turns three. The speech therapist comes to the daycare twice a week. Our insurance won't pay for it. Anyway, you sound like a great mom to be so concerned. I have pasted in "The Special Mother," which is something I came across about a year ago. I cry every time I read it. But now I know that I was hand-picked to be a preemie mom and so were you.[:)]
"The Special Mother"
Some women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year thousands of mothers will give birth to a premature baby. Did you ever wonder how mothers of preemies are chosen?
Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron saint, Matthew.
Forest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia.
Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron saint... give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally, He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a premature baby."
The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a premature baby a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."
"But does she have patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
"I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence that are so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."
"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."
God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."
The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child who comes in a less than perfect way. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied.
"She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says 'Mommy' for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it. When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations.
"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see - ignorance, cruelty, prejudice - and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, the pen poised in mid-air.
God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."
Motherhood The Second Oldest Profession
Mommy to Miss Hannah Rose
26.5 weeker born 8/24/01
severe pre-e & IUGR
1 pound, 1 ounce
Miracles do happen!