After Pia arrived, our family and friends completely spoiled us with visits and meals and gifts. In my experience, the first few days after having a baby are the best. I've not had to go to the hospital to have my babies, so I'm already tucked peacefully in my own bed, hearing the sounds of my household humming along joyfully while I snuggle my new babe.
My Babymoon with Pia also lives in infamy because Brad was able to take off almost 4 weeks from work. I wish every new mom had that luxury. He took the big kids to the pool almost everyday, made breakfast and lunch, was able to be present with me in the quiet, magic moments newborns create and also be there as a support in the moments when I seemed to be going off kilter with three small people needing so many things at once.
Mostly, though, that summer was idyllic because we didn't know about Usher Syndrome. Of course I wasn't completely worry-free; I worried over the same things all mothers with newborns worry about, and some extras. I could tell, even in those early days, that Pia might not pass her hearing test, but that didn't seem as scary since we'd already dealt with hearing loss. I had a team of people to rely on, I understood the cochlea and speech therapy. I understood that it wasn't going to be easy, but I knew the tools we had available and I knew how to use them.
It occurs to me, though, that I always knew we were living with Usher Syndrome. It just didn't have a name. When Gianna was born, I remember wondering if she was going to be ok. I remember standing at the changing table with Pia and unbidden, the thought jumping to my mind, "I hope she's going to be alright."
I never once had those thoughts about Dominic. I know those thoughts were the shadow of Usher. I still worry. A lot. I still have those thoughts jumping to my mind, watching Gianna play Marco-Polo in the pool or Pia struggling to walk on uneven surfaces. Sometimes I'm just driving down the road and they come to me, along with a sudden tightness in my chest and I have to take a very, deep, slow breath. Now, though, I can name these thoughts and this anxiety. It is named Usher Syndrome and we are surviving it. In fact, I look at the smiles on the faces of my girls, the joy they bring to our family and the broader community and I realize, we are even thriving despite it.
I'm so glad we have our PiaBaby. I love to watch Gianna and Dominic dote on her and encourage her to use her little voice. As much I want to go back to the summer she was born and stay there, life is speeding along, and I've spent much of her two short years here worrying and struggling with grief. I know now that the grief cycle replaying itself is part of living with Usher Syndrome as milestones are delayed or missed, as changes in vision take place and new accommodations must be made.
These two years were gone so quickly. I can't get them back. I blinked and today I have a seven year old and a four-and-a-half year old and a two year old. Today, everything is ok. I'm going to be in this moment, this weekend, and hang on to it until it slips by in to the next moment; whether it will be peaceful or difficult or sad or joyful and know that nothing was wasted.