you don't need 10

“She only has one hand,” my husband said to me.

I had just awoken from recovery, so I was a little foggy. “What?”

 “She’s missing her right hand,” he said.

I looked at him and said, “Are you kidding? That’s not funny.”

 “I’m not kidding, honey. There’s a doctor waiting outside to talk to us.”

I immediately broke down. How, as a mother, did I not know? I just saw her!

I thought to myself, I guess they only let me see her for a few seconds and I didn’t even get to touch her. And now that I thought about it, she was wrapped in a blanket and only one little hand was sticking out, and then she and Russell were gone…

How did this happen? Why did this happen? How does a baby not have 10 fingers and 10 toes?

“Where is she? I need her now!”

I am not a writer nor a blogger. I’m just a mom who journals. This is a testimony about what it’s been like raising a limb-different child so far, from birth to age four. It’s hard to raise any child, but when your child is labeled as “different”, it’s a whole new ballgame. I hope you can find inspiration and comfort in these pages.