Had I been told while pregnant that Boo would be admitted to the NICU on her fourth day of life, that we would be told her brain was not developed and she would never walk, talk, jump, love or progress. That five years later she would still be proving to be a medical enigma, I may have made a difficult decision. I would have thought I was making the best choice for myself and my family.
I would have been wrong. So wrong.
Doctors don't know everything, testing is not always 100% accurate. The doctors for boo were well-intentioned, but they were wrong. Yes, Boo hasn't had a tranquil childhood. I have had fears that she wouldn't survive. Fears that she would never have a life like Abby's. I worried, lost sleep, became a master at using Google to find remedies, treatments and novel ideas. I became a warrior mom, an activist an optimist.
I broke and continue to break.
Every time I break I think of that Fellow who didn't believe in her. That did not understand the absolute power of a warrior parent. I remember that moment and am thankful for those broken moments as they make me appreciate how unbroken Boo really is. Being unbroken means there are a lot of decisions to make.
The decision to bring her home from the hospital and not let them define her.
The decision to send her to a daycare that loved her, that transitioned to a school that adores and supports her.
The decision to allow surgery (or not).
The decision to provide intensive therapies when we were told they were too much for her.
The decision to let Boo defy expectations, not once or twice.
There are a lot of decisions I make with Boo. Some large, some small, but all must be thought out, researched and agonized over. Yet there is one decision I never had to make and am so thankful the choice wasn't offered.
I realize that best decision I ever made was one I didn't have to make.
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