Thursday, February 2, 2012
Ailish, twelve years ago
I called the worker back and said it would take me some time to get a sitter but what time could I go pick her up. She was a little taken aback. This was moving fast. For her. For me I couldn't make this move faster. She said it would take her the day to get the paperwork together and she would meet me at the hospital that evening. WOW! I couldn't believe this was happening! I couldn't have been more happy and more scared.
Ailish was born at one hospital and then quickly abandoned. Her birthmother knew about the hydranencephaly for months before the birth. She wanted nothing to do with the baby and it was only because she was too far along that she did not have an abortion....something that would have been encouraged and supported by the medical professionals. Her birth plan was such that she did not want to know what gender the baby was and that a csection should only be performed if her own life was in jeopardy. I believe it was within the first twelve hours after the baby was born that the birthmother left the hospital leaving her baby with no name and no one but hospital staff to tend to her. Once she left there was no way of contacting her for her to complete the paperwork necessary after giving birth such as the live birth record. The social worker had to go to court to get permission to sign it. During the months before delivery the birthmother had been receiving counselling on adoption. She knew one hundred percent that was the route she was going to take.
When I arrived at the hospital with my then fourteen year old son we were sent to he paediatric unit and not the nursery as Ailish was nine days old. She was alone in a big room where the message on the dry board said "Emily" Give her extra cuddles. Ailish of course was beautiful and so teeny. She was all of six pounds. Right from the start she had my heart. We completed the necessary paperwork, bundled her into her carseat and whisked her home so that we could begin our lifetime of loving her.
How I would still love to have her in my arms...
to be cont...