Mommy's Child with Challenges (CWC)

Savannah is my adorable, fun loving, yet very withdrawn 2 year old. She is extremely reserved, but in a comfortable setting (comfortable for her) she becomes energetic, talkative, playful, and just another rambunctious 2 year old. Savannah was born 2 ½ months early. Yes, she was a preemie due to a complicated pregnancy. Like any other mother I was doing everything I thought was right, but this pregnancy was just different, and I mean VERY different. Which, resulted in me being hospitalized off and on during the month of December (2010), and eventually having to have an emergency cesarean. I was so out of it till this day I don’t even remember what happened. All I remember is being hospitalized because I was in so much pain, the room was constantly spinning, and I was feeling as if I was not going to make it. When I finally came to, I was told that while being monitored I began having brain seizures, and the baby begin experiencing fetal distress. An emergency cesarean had been done and my daughter was born weighing 3lbs.     

                                       SAVANNAH

Savannah has endured many challenges… I call her my child with challenges (CWC), because she has/had so many. BUT as her mother I embrace these challenges for my baby, we meet them head on, deal with them as they come, and we overcome them ALL! Savannah is a survivor and I wouldn’t have it any other way. She has taught my husband and I patient, love! Through her we have learned how to examine each and every challenge to see the good and bad before we make a decision. My husband and I now haven’t a problem admitting to ourselves and other’s that our child needs therapy services. We have accepted this as fact, and we are both elated that we were able to realize and seek help for our baby. In the beginning we were in denial about Savannah’s needs. We were thinking oh she will be okay; she just needs a little time.  Well guess what… time passed and passed and passed, but Savannah was not getting better. Her special and yes I said special because there is nothing wrong with this word, It’s actually a word that needs to be spoken with confidence. Her special needs were not being met and her condition was declining more and more due to us, her parents, own fear of not wanting to accept that our daughter had special needs. Not due to anything that we did, but due to the way God made her.  Savannah is a blessing to our family, because without her we would have continued on with our busy lives (working, parenting, etc.) and would have never realized that we needed to slow down and take time to enjoy each and every moment with our children, as a family! Savannah has taught our entire family that being special is nothing to be afraid of.  

She is our shero; she displays her heroism through each and every obstacle that comes her way. She tackles challenges as if they were cookies waiting to be eaten, lol. She has come a very long way. Savannah has climbed the mountain of defeat, numerous times. She can walk, she can run, she can say hi she can wave bye-bye, she signs as she speaks, she laughs, she smiles. She is my CWC, and yes she is special, BUT special in a way that warms her mommy’s heart!

                                     Note to All Parents: 
If you feel your child (ren) need help in any way seek Professional Guidance. Don't let your own thoughts, or fear's deter you from getting the help your child (ren) needs. It's OKAY! This is what Professionals specialize in. Let their opinion be something that you and your spouse carefully consider before making any decisions. Just Plain and Simple: It's better this way, rather than you trying to diagnose the problem.


     Mommy's you don't have to be strong a meltdown is Totally Okay!
Taking a look back: After finding out what happened I was happy my baby and I were alive, BUT I was devastated at the condition she was in. I was hurt, upset, angry, confused, and most of all HELPLESS! My heart felt like it was being ripped to shreds, sliced, diced, and stomped on with every word the doctor said. I felt like a BAD MOMMY! There was nothing I could do to help my baby or change this situation. As overwhelmed as I felt I had to stop and think... what did my mom teach me growing up when I began to feel this way? Prayer... prayer is Key! So I cried and I prayed, I cried and I prayed, I cried and I prayed!!!! Needless to say here we are today both of us Blessed and Better than Ever! Praise goes up to my Christ Jesus!

Savannah

XOXOXO *~kisses*~