Thursday, October 05, 2006

Patterns

Sometimes, since having my second daughter, I wonder about some things. Y'see, my eldest daughter has inherited a whoooole lot of my problems. She has my sleep problems, she has skin problems (eczema, extreme dry skin, still gets cradle cap-- if it lasts much longer it's just going to be seborrheic dermatitis, like mine, has a skin reaction to ZINC, which means we can't put diaper cream or some kinds of sunscreen on her, etc.), and she seems to have my sensory processing and integration issues as well (not bad enough to require OT, but bad enough to need accommodation now and then.) She has the IBS bowel patterns that I, too, have exhibited since I was an infant. These things were all, looking back, apparent from day 1.

My second daughter has none of these. None. El zippo. She has yet to react to anything on her skin, including all the weird stuff her big sister puts on her, despite being fairer in coloration than her sister (for the most part) and can use regular baby shampoo instead of her dad's dandruff shampoo. She poops on schedule. She plays happily with age-appropriate toys instead of going into a screaming fit of avoidance or exhibiting extreme caution like her sister did at this age, and seems to relish patterns and textures like a normal 5-month-old. Most of all, you put her down in her crib and she lays her head down, sticks her thumb in her mouth, and goes to sleep. Egad! How do she and her father do it?

Of course, I love both my kids to death, and I love them equally, if sometimes in different ways. But I do worry about the teenage years with the first because she is so much like me. Not to borrow trouble, of course, I don't obsess about it. But the thought comes up occasionally.

As I'm thinking about all these things, I begin to wonder. Are they all related somehow? What about my other problems, such as the joint and ligament stuff that also runs in my family in one form or another? Will she have them as she gets older? These things all run in my family, are we exhibiting some strange syndrome that will someday be named after us? If I have one child with these problems and one without, do each of my kids have a 50% chance of getting my problems, or is it somewhat less? Will they all go together in each child affected? (No, we're not done, we've both always known we are going to have a lot of kids-- at least 6 or 7, maybe more.) Or will they be a la carte? (I suppose that would put my syndrome worry to rest, no pun intended.)

I know I shouldn't worry and just deal with it as it comes. "Sufficient unto the day is the trouble thereof." But sometimes, these patterns scare me. I don't regret bringing children into this world; I survived my childhood, and my family situation was a lot worse than theirs is ever going to be (can we say 20-year custody battle? Parents screaming threats in public? Emotional manipulation?) But I just feel bad that my daughter has to go through these problems that I've had to go through, and some of which I'm still going through. *sigh*

Being a mommy is hard.

4 comments:

Thoroughly Mormon Millie said...

I have a good friend whose little boy has autism. One of his friends theorized that the reason why we get these little boys and girls in our families is because our children were sweet and brave enough to volunteer to take one of the "broken bodies" for their time on earth. And that would be their burden while they're here, to teach other people how to love them (and each other).

I'm not saying your daughter's problems are as severe as autism - but they are hard to deal with and do make you struggle.

Isn't it great that she has a normal family with great parents? My parents are divorced too, and I'm getting a second chance at a good childhood through my kids. And though her problems are hard, you've been there before her and know what and what not to do for her.

Blessings to you and your family.

Kira Marx said...

I know just how you feel - last Sunday we found out that Aerin has weak veins like her momma. You never want your children to have one moment's pain or discomfort and when you know exactly what they're in for, it's especially crummy. At least you know what to look out for and what your treatment options are. Emma has such a feisty spirit that I don't think she'll let anything stand in the way of her doing whatever she sets her mind to.

BTW, we did get the dress in time for Aerin's birthday (I'm shamefully late with all my thank-you notes). It was so beautiful on her, but she bled all over it. I'm working on getting the stains out, but since they're mixed with what can only be called "tumor juice," they can be very resistant to cleaning. I also have a box ready to send to y'all - I finally found something special for Bridey.

txmommy said...

sorry you had to miss church today!

Raising kids is hard {{{{HUGS}}}}

No Cool Story said...

Millie wrote my thoughts exactly: Isn't it great that she has a normal family with great parents?
I can’t imagine how difficult it would be dealing with usual growing up stuff, having medical conditions AND having your parents at each other's throats.
She won't have to go through those, she has her parents who love her and support her.
:( It's hard being a mommy.
And you are a good one.
Bloggy hugs to you