Truths my Daughter Taught Me

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Being the parent of a premature baby or one born with complex health needs can be a scarily infantilising process. One of the many things I looked forward to when pregnant with Mr Boo was not feeling as bewildered as I did with his sister. OK all children are different but their needs are pretty similar when it comes down to it.

Not so, I found. There were these whole other worlds of prematurity and special needs parenting I barely knew about. The folks there spoke completely different, specialist languages and were too busy to tell you where to buy a phrase book. You had to listen hard, intuit as much as possible and trust that they knew what they were doing. It felt like one long (oh, so long) first day at school, where you missed the security of life until that point and feared what stretched out in front of you. There were lots of rules to learn quickly and that lots of people around you already knew but wouldn’t tell you because they’d forgotten there was a time they didn’t know them. There was no playtime at NICU school and no gold stars for good behaviour. And just like school, the minute you’d finally got your head around something new, your teacher came along and told you about the next thing, and the one after that. And you never thought the holidays would ever come.

I hated being in this position. In my work life I’m the one who has to stand at the front of the room and impart information like I know what I’m talking about. I’m supposed to know the answers and people trust I have them even when I don’t. Not being this person was totally disorienting.

More recently I’ve been feeling child-like in a totally  different and much more pleasant way. I’ve similarly realised I’ve had lots to learn. But don’t you find your attitude to learning depends on who’s the teacher? And I have the best: my daughter.

While I was pregnant I worried a lot about the impact of a sibling on Sissyboo. She’s had Mummy and Daddy all to herself for many years (she’d be nearly 5 when he was born) and while we thought she was good at sharing and thinking about others, we also knew that behaviour on play dates isn’t a reliable indicator of how a child will be with a little brother or sister. It was going to be hard on her, we knew that. We had no idea how hard. No idea that her Mum was going to go to work one day and not come back because she was in hospital with her little brother who wasn’t supposed to be born for another 11 weeks. No idea that he would spend weeks in a box looking purple and alien-like without eyelashes or fingernails. That it would takes weeks to get him home. That when we did get him home we couldn’t go out much for fear he’d get sick from the world of germs. That he would, in fact, get sick and start doing funny hiccups or fits as she came to know them. That he would keep going back to hospital. That she would learn to do physio with him. That he wouldn’t grow up as she had done. That his birth would affect him and her for the rest of heir lives.

I don’t want to pretend that Sissyboo’s response to this has all been sweetness and light. She struggles, just as we all do. In the past year we have seen her have tantrums the like of which she has never exhibited before. She periodically stops sleeping for days at a time and wets herself despite having been dry since the age of two and a half. We worry about her constantly and want to support her as much as we can. She deserves better. I’ll return to her needs and this difficult question of sibling support in another post.

For now, though, I want to tell you about the amazing things. About how incredible my daughter is with her little brother. About how much she’s taught me and what an astonishingly kind and compassionate girl she has grown into.

Here are just a few of the things she’s I’ve learned:

1) Acceptance is child’s play: I’ve blogged a bit about this already but it bears repeating, if only to remind me of one of the most important lessons she’s taught me. Whereas I, for a long time, resisted the world we’d entered after having Mr Boo, Sissyboo quietly internalised it. When she plays mums and dads babies are born ‘way too early [shake of the head], silly things’ and stay in the hospital for weeks before coming home. All babies in this imaginative world have physio and take medicine. And if they don’t, they’re ‘a bit odd’. Older children routinely get ill and get better and do ‘amazing’ things like practise their sitting or swallow food without choking. Her sense of normality has been utterly recalibrated as if she knows normality is the most misleading word in the English language.

2) Acceptance is not the same as giving in: My main problem with accepting cerebral palsy, developmental problems and epilepsy (now largely overcome because of my daughter) was my mistaking accepting for acquiescence. And I am not prepared, on Boo’s behalf, to give in to these conditions. But what Sissyboo helped me to realise was that acceptance is not the same as giving in. We can accept but still be ambitious for Mr Boo. I think I told you before she calls ‘disabilities’ ‘abilities’ because the latter makes more sense to her given all that disabled people can do. Sure, Sissyboo knows other children her brother’s age (and much older than him) can do things he can’t, but she never questions that he will learn these things in time. Between her and me he has the most enthusiastic cheerleading team as he practises his physio and works on his Portage targets. ‘He will walk one, Mummy, I know it.’ When she says it, I almost believe her. If it was down to her and his willpower alone, it’d be a done deal.

3) Laughter is the best medicine: Mr Boo has a brilliant, throaty laugh that could melt the coldest heart. And he laughs a lot. But he never laughs for anyone like he laughs for his sister. He can be miserable as anything and she can make him beam. He can get frustrated at his inability to grab a toy or move forward on his tummy and she can turn his tears to chuckles in seconds and give him the guts to have another go. The NHS should hire her out. She’s the best therapist he has.

4) Love can bring about change. People say the silliest and most offensive things to families of children with special needs, and we’ve had an unfortunate run of these in the past few days. But if Sissyboo has her way, things will be different. Her compassion and a wisdom way beyond her years are apparent within seconds of talking to her about her brother. When I took Boo into her school, at her teacher’s request to talk about babies, I was nervous. Her teacher said the children were unlikely to want to know about his prematurity; they would just ask Sissyboo and I questions about looking after little people. The first few questions went from the banal (‘what’s his favourite pizza topping?’) to the downright awkward (‘what’s the difference between a girl and a boy baby?’) Then they got sticky: ‘my little brother’s older than yours and he’s crawling. Why isn’t yours?’ The teacher and I looked at each other wondering which of us should step in to protect Sissyboo by answering for her. But before we had a chance she stepped right up and said with unusual confidence: ‘My brother was born VERY early and has been in LOTS of hospitals. And he’s AMAAAZING. He can’t crawl yet but babies do things at different times and it’s hard for him. He will do it one day. And we need to be kind and help him. He’s the best brother in the world.’ My heart started to thump and tears welled up in my eyes. Did I mention she’s 5?

Life”s not all a bowl of cherries in Booland and Sissyboo needs and will in the future need support of a kind I never anticipated because of her brother’s disabilities. This makes me very sad. But however much I worry about that, I never worry about the relationship between my kids, about how much she loves him and how far she will go to be his advocate.

The other day as we walked home from school she told me that one of her classmates had fallen off the climbing frame and her friend’s big sister was in floods of tears as she watched her little sis having icepacks and plasters put on. Sissyboo was puzzled by the big sister’s reaction and I was puzzled by my daughter’s uncharacteristic lack of empathy:

‘She’ll have been upset because she thought her sister was hurt,’ I said. ‘You would be the same if something happened to Mr Boo, wouldn’t you?’

‘No,’ she emphatically replied. I was surprised and it must have showed in my expression

‘I wouldn’t cry because I’ll always be there to catch Mr Boo. He’ll never fall off anything. I won’t let it happen.’

You will fall, Boo. And, despite what she thinks, she might not always get there in time to break your fall. But she’s got your back Boo. Be in no doubt of that.

You are one lucky fella. And I’m one heck of a lucky mum.
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23 thoughts on “Truths my Daughter Taught Me

  1. Mom

    Your daughter sounds a lot like my daughter! Isn’t it amazing the bond! My daughter is also 5 and she is my son’s biggest supporter (15mos). She has decided that he is HER baby and gets frustrated if I tell her that they are both MY babies.

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    1. mrboosmum Post author

      She sounds fabulous. I’m just catching up with your blog and loving getting to know your family. Oh and my daughter can’t stand it I say she’s my baby and always will be, too!

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  2. Mummy Zen

    Wow! Such a touching read. She sounds like she has the biggest heart and takes her sibling responsibilities very seriously and with such maturity and love.

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    1. mrboosmum Post author

      Thank you. She is very mature emotionally and this does seem to come naturally to her. I worry that the responsibilities she feels might feel like a burden too (she is so young) but if she has his back, we have hers.

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    1. mrboosmum Post author

      Thanks so much for reading and for this lovely comment. At the moment she does everything so instinctively. I so hope she continues like this. I look forward to hopping over to read your blog later.

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  3. Jess (@JJMcGlynn)

    What a beautiful post, your daughter sounds amazing too and wise beyond her years. Despite the challenges, it seems like they have a fantastic bond.

    Hopping over from R2BC.

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  4. Ms Xpat (@MsXpat)

    Its the first time I’m visiting your blog and I suppose that the are days when you don’t feel strong, but I have to say reading this post you and remarkable. I fall to pieces then my kids have a tummy bug. You are strong and your babies will thrive on that. Here’s to being happy and strong for another week and another and another …

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    1. mrboosmum Post author

      What a lovely thing to say. I’m so glad you found the blog and hope you might return again. I try to be strong, although it’s so hard. And I know full well, having had a healthy, term baby first time around that tummy bugs do feel like the end of the world when they strike.

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  5. mommatree

    I just happened upon your blog and this post truly touched my heart as the mother of a nine-year-old son with cerebral palsy. Your daughter’s compassion and wisdom are beautiful beyond words.

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