This is the twenty-second part of a fiction serial, in 788 words.
(Apologies for the three day absence of episodes.)
After what Polly had said about Leah, I was stil strong, and determined to not only make Olly face facts, but also to tell the family what to expect. The last thing I was going to need was my mum saying things like “She should be doing that by now”. To be honest, I was rather relieved. Now I could stop worrying about what might have been wrong with my baby, and deal with what was going to be wrong with her as she got older.
Driving home, I pondered the reality of ‘severe developmental issues’. Walking might come late. Speech and communication could be limited. Vision and hearing might be impaired; either, or both. Feeding, safety around the home, all the expected problems were going to be twice as hard to deal with. Maybe ten times as hard. And what about schooling?
I stopped there. I was getting ahead of myself.
Another check-up in three more months, more depressing lists of things that she might not be able to do by then. Strange how I took some comfort from that dire diagnosis. The fact that Leah didn’t laugh, didn’t attempt to communicate, didn’t focus on me, or enjoy play. I had thought that was all about me, that I was doing something wrong. Now I had some kind of diagnosis that exonerated me from blame, I actually felt more positive.
It was all presented to Olly after dinner. I let him enjoy his food first, raging inside that he had forgoten to ask how the check-up had gone. I knew he was feeling that ‘breadwinner’ responsibility, and at a particularly busy time for him at work. But if he thought he was just going to leave everything else for me to deal with, he was very much mistaken.
His first reaction was to well up, and I thought he might cry. But he swallowed hard, and set his jaw. “Right then, Ang. We will deal with that, we can do it. I’m going to ring my sister now, and tell her. But I will leave your parents to you if that’s okay”. I was greatly relieved. I don’t know what I had been expecting, but it hadn’t been him finding his strength again.
Olly’s sister had worked as a trained physiotherapist in hospitals. Now she was semi-retired, she worked privately from home doing sports injuries and back pains, that kind of thing. She was immediately one hundred percent positive, and moments after finishing the call with Olly, she was firing off emails to me, with links to all kinds of organisations, therapists in Britain, self-help ideas, and groups that got together to help each other. It was early days of course, but it felt good to have things to latch onto.
While I was feeding Leah, Olly was online ordering an expensive home CCTV system that he could set up in her room. We could watch it live on a laptop, and record it to watch later too. He thought that being able to see her when we were not in the room might give us some tips on what she did in there when she was awake. He told me to get an email address from Polly too, in case she wanted him to email some footage once it was up and running.
By the time we went to bed that night, I felt better than I had on any single day since Leah was born.
Instead of phoning my parents, I decided to drive over with Leah and tell them the next morning. Ronnie would be at work, so they could fill him in later. But I wanted to do it face to face, as I had to ask my mum something. I was going to ask for her help. For the first time since I had left school.
Her first reaction was denial. “Far too early to say, Angela. Why have they worried you with that, when she is still so young? How can they possibly tell so much from what they have seen? Surely they won’t be able to tell much until she is at least one?” I raised my hand to stop her. Dad put his head in his hands, so I knew he got it. I told mum that she had to listen instead of talking. Her only grandchild was going to have issues. Even at the mildest end of the scale, she had to face facts that Leah was not going to be a normal baby. And in the worst-case scenario, I was going to be needing a lot of support.
My dad walked over and put his arm around me.
I hope this story will not become to sad, Pete! Otherwise thats life. I love your way bringing this part of life to greater audience. Michael
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Michael Some sadness in these situations is inevitable, I’m afraid.
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
But i like how you are telling this very difficult story, Pete! Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Olly really stepped up to the plate, and her dad brought brought the issue to a head for her mom. I think you wrote this very well, Pete. My heart was pounding!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Heart pounding is good! Many thanks, Jennie.
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes it is, and your stories do just that. Best to you, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s interesting how we learned so much about the characters from their response to Leah! Amazing! I’m very curious about what they’ll see on that camera? Hum? C
LikeLiked by 2 people
I am glad you are seeing aspects of them by their reactions, Cheryl. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad to see Olly stepping back up to the plate. I imagine the mother is one of those people who takes a bit to process things and see the reality of the situation.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Some grandparents see their grandchildren as ‘trophies’. Leah isn’t the kind of trophy she was expecting.
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You have Ang’s thought process down perfectly, not to mention everyone’s reaction. I think little Leah has a good chance she will be well looked after and much loved.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Cheers, Eddy.
Let’s hope so.
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice to see Angela reaching out for help. Also her relief at realising it wasn’t her parenting or anything she felt she was doing wrong. Another great episode Pete.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks, Siobhain. It didn’t take her long to realise she could never do it all on her own.
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
(1) Heal is an anagram of Leah. Angela, having suffered from Angst, is just now discovering that.
(2) Problems / solutions:
–Walking might come late. / Get her a Pogo stick or a surfboard!
–Speech and communication could be limited. / Antarctica needs penguin photographers!
–Vision might be impaired. / She can be a sun worshiper! Who needs glasses?
–Hearing might be impaired. / She can repair airplane engines while they’re operating at full throttle!
–Vision and hearing might be impaired; or both. / Perfect for breaking the world record for visits to a Halloween haunted house! She won’t be spooked by all those grotesque monsters, chainsaw killers, and creepy ghosts! And she won’t hear the dreadful rattling of chains and blood-curdling shrieks of innocent torture victims!
(3) “I stopped there. I was getting ahead of myself.” No problem. Just wait for your self to catch up. And then try to keep yourself together.
(4) “I had thought that was all about me, that I was doing something wrong.” Angela, it’s the wallpaper. Always blame the wallpaper!
(5) Raging inside? Bull!
(6) Olly’s sister has a “CANuck DO” attitude.
(7) Today’s Q&A:
Q. Why have they worried you with that, when she is still so young?
A. It’s safe, because Leah can’t lift a finger to contradict their diagnosis.
Q. How can they possibly tell so much from what they have seen?
A. They have trained observers, medical equipment, and a nifty crystal ball from Disneyland.
Q. Surely they won’t be able to tell much until she is at least one?
A. Don’t call me Shirley!
(8) “She had to face facts that Leah was not going to be a normal baby.” Neither was Abby Normal, but Dr. F. put her brain to good use!
LikeLiked by 2 people
I had to check, but I’m sure you didn’t leave out a thing, David. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank goodness Olly is back!
LikeLiked by 2 people
So far, so good.
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well Olly’s back on form and Dad’s a good’un. Sister useful and mother not so (yet). Onwards ever onwards…..
LikeLiked by 2 people
Summed up nicely, FR. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank goodness for Ollie’s sister.
LikeLiked by 2 people
She’s good. But she is in Canada.
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLike
quite stressful not knowing what is going on with a little one
LikeLiked by 2 people
Yes indeed. Always ‘waiting’.
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I wonder what’s wrong with Leah? I look forward to reading the next installment!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Angela thinks it might be because of oxygen deprivation at birth. She could be right.
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Angela may have sucked all the air out of the room during childbirth!
LikeLiked by 1 person
She was mainly sucking on ‘Gas and air’, David. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person