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My Jamie

Hello friends and welcome to Day 8 of the 365 Days of Blog marathon. It’s Topical Thursday here at the OCM. Last week I grabbed 3 headlines from the news and shared my thoughts. This week I’m going to do something different. I’m going to discuss a topic near and dear to my heart, my son Jamie. The focus of this is going to be how doctors can sometimes be wrong. I should give fair warning, this is not going to be sarcastic or funny, it’s something taken from personal experience and will likely be quite raw. I’m writing this in one shot before I lose my nerve. Here we go.

To start off I should tell you about Jamie. Wow, this is harder than I thought. They say it’s best to begin at the beginning so I’ll start there. Jamie is my first born son. He came into this world at 4:44am on February 9th 1997. I still remember ever minute of that first day in perfect clarity. When he was born it was apparent from the first moment that something was terribly wrong. The doctors whisked him out of the room without a word, they took the baby and my husband and they were gone. I was alone 5 minutes after giving birth and scared out of my mind. A nurse came back in and told me they were moving me to a private room, I thought wow, that’s nice I don’t have that kind of coverage but I’ll take it. The nurse then stepped out the door and spoke in a voice I can only assume was louder than she expected and told another nurse that they did not want to put me in the same room with the mother of a live child. I thought my first born child had died. My entire world felt like it collapsed at that moment.

I was moved, in a state of shock to my room. The doctors then sent my husband in to face me alone with news of our child. My husband just looked at me with the saddest expression I had ever seen and said “Honey there’s something wrong with the baby”. I was overjoyed and terrified in the space of a heartbeat. On one hand, my child was alive, on the other something was wrong. “they don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl” was all my husband could choke out. I didn’t say anything, my mind was screaming but I could not manage a single sound. One hour later my newborn was airlifted to Sick Childrens Hospital in Toronto.

I’m going to summarize the next couple of days, as if I go into all the detail I remember a.) I’ll be a blubbering mess and b.) this blog post will be huge.  It took 3 days and endocrine testing to find out we had a boy. That was surreal, as what is the first thing people ask when they find out you had a child “What did you have?”, by the middle of the second day I was snapping back with “A duck, I had a baby you moron, what did you think I was going to have?”. I stunned more than one person to silence with that.  After that the test results started coming in to give us the laundry list of “issues & complications”. It turned out that Jamie had a rare chromosome disorder called 13q deletion. The was it was explained to me back then was that chromosomes are the blueprints of the human body. Imagine if a builder was asked to construct a multi story house on a tight deadline, once it started he realized some of the blueprints were missing and couldn’t be replaced. He would what he could and hope for the best. That is what Jamie did.

Here is the list encompassing all that is my boy. He is blind, deaf, non-ambulatory, he has a gross brain malformation called holoprosenchephaly, his hypotonic, has a heart defect, seizures, malformed genitalia, is fed through a tube in his stomach and there other little issues. But he has a great smile and a laugh that can’t be beat. They told us he would only live 3 months at the outside and that we should be prepared. That was 13 years ago. Doctors, it turns out, can’t see the future and are not infallible. They do the best they can, just like the rest of us.

So that’s my story.  A little insight to me and mine, for you and yours. I will likely write quite a bit more about Jamie in the future, but for right now, emotionally, that’s about all I can handle. Feel free to ask questions, I don’t mind and I will answer them as best I can.



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6 thoughts on “My Jamie

  1. I really look forward to reading your blog at the end of my day. I too remember that day and from that day on you are one of the bravest most inspirational people i know. 🙂

  2. Angie on said:


    Thank you for sharing this emotional story with us I,m sure it was difficult, I’m also sure it will help alot of people. You are a strong women and I look forward to reading more of your blogs thanks again!

  3. Pingback: Day 35 – RANT!! – Hospital Waiting Rooms « Musings from the Over Caffeinated Mom

  4. Thank you for sharing you and your beautiful son’s story. You are right…doctors are fallible just like the rest of us, as Jamie’s life proves!

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