Last night, I was exhausted and went to bed relatively early for me(12:30) but sleep was difficult.My thoughts were of my daughter Prue, who is very unwell and whom I picked up from her house yesterday, to come and stay here where I can care for her.She has been unwell for many years but her problems have been exacerbated by additional complications in recent months. It is difficult for me, as her mother to see her so unwell. She has an appointment today with her doctor and I will going with her to insist that something is done. For too long there has been an attitude of “let’s wait and see”, meanwhile she is withdrawing further into herself , to a place that even I have trouble reaching at times. She’ s young, vibrant and beautiful with her whole life in front of her. Already she has missed out on so much of life that has been experienced by her peers, through illness and it is beginning to affect her self confidence and social skills. Today, I will be wearing my assertive hat and not budging from the doctor’s rooms until something is done!
The bond between parent and child is hard to describe to anyone who is not a parent.Prior to having Prue, children were the last thing on my mind. Any maternal feelings were exhausted through caring for my siblings over many years and the thought of babies did not enter my mind. That was, until I was told I would never have children. We attempted to have children for years and when we had given up and were examining the possibility of adoption, I discovered I was pregnant. Although jubilant, the prospect of pregnancy and giving birth became a medical nightmare because I was told to expect there to only be one survivor of the pregnancy. I won’t go into the details only to say it was harrowing for everyone concerned. We both survived and Prue’s birth was indeed a medical first- my miracle child! I cherish each day and never forget just how blessed I was to give birth to her. 🙂