Sep 18, 2006
On the morning of May 10, 1979, a young mother of two heads to the hospital to give birth to her third child. The problem is she isn't due for another two and a half months.
The woman delivers a baby girl at 8:24am, then the doctors tell her there's another baby ready to be born. The woman is surprised at this, because she was never told there were two babies. She begins to push, but as she does so, the baby begins to lose oxygen with each contraction. The only solution is a C-section.
The baby, a boy, makes his arrival at 9:04am. The infants weigh two pounds and seven ounces apiece. The doctors don't hold much hope for survival. The infants spend the next few months in the hospital being cared for until they can go home.
When they return home, and are on their way to being healthy babies, the mother notices that the baby boy isn't moving around like his sister. She calls her pediatrician about what's going on. He tells her not to worry, the baby will be fine. He explains the boy is slow in development because he was a twin, he was the second of the two, and also that since he's a boy it will take him awhile to catch up to his sister. The woman knows there's something more going on than what the doctor's are telling her.
Finally, in 1981, after years of wondering and worrying the parents are put in contact with Dr. David Santrock. The doctor tells them not to worry, he knows what is wrong with their son. He says, "Don't be alarmed, but your son has cerebral palsy."
In the years since, the parents made sure their son had the best medical care possible. The best thing of all they did was love him, and they also made sure that he knew that his life was worth living even though he was disabled.
I should know, because I was that little boy.
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