hi to everyone
at my antenatal class last night the midwife read out a passage that i would like to share with everyone. It was intended for the purpose to communicate to the expectant mothers that although they may have a birth plan in mind, things may not go as planned, and to try and embrace whatever happens. For me tho, as it was being read, it took on a different meaning, it made me think about my partial molar pregnancy, my baby Jamari and all you ladies at different stages of the journey. It bought tears to my eyes. I hope you can all find a little peace in it, message, or line that helps you through whatever you are going through at the moment and in the future. It sure made me think, and look at things in a different light. I truly hope it helps you all. The passage is called "Welcome to Holland" by Emily Perl Kingsley.
"I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability, to try to help people whos have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel, its like this..
When your going to have a baby, its like planning a fabulous vacation trip, to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may even learn some handy phrases in Italian. Its all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says "Welcome to Holland".
"Holland?!" you say, "What do you mean Holland? I signed up for Italy! Im supposed to be in Italy! All my life Ive dreamed of going to Italy"
But theres been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they havent taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
Its just a different place. Its slower-paced then Italy, less flashy then Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around....and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills...and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is coming and going from Italy...and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life you will say "Yes thats where I was supposed to go. Thats what I had planned".
And the pain of that will never ever ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didnt get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things...about Holland.
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