I'll make a confession - I may be the last person in the world to write a blog post. This is the very first one for me. But these last few days have been so remarkable that ... well, let me tell you about it. Plus, my wife was kind enough to let me borrow her blog for a few minutes so I should take advantage of it.
I was attending SC Bankers' School about an hour from home last week. On Wednesday morning I was in a lecture (topic: calculating debt service coverage ratios - yahoo!) My phone showed an incoming call (yes, it was on silent) but since I didn't recognize the number, I just assumed it was the shop across town where I had taken my bike the previous day to get a spoke replaced. I let it go to voicemail.
A few moments later, Lindsay texted me - "James Thompson [our adoption attorney] called. We need to talk though, there are some medical issues." You know one of those moments that you'll never forget because you can tell your life will never be the same? That was it.
So many questions. What kind of medical issues we were talking about? When I finally got to talk to Lindsay on a break, she informed me that the baby has Dandy-Walker malformation, a congenital brain abnormality that can cause developmental problems in children. I knew nothing about the condition, so I turned to that time-honored font of wisdom, the Internet. Dandy-Walker is a condition where a lobe in the rear part of the brain called the vermis doesn't develop in the womb. It's rare - only about 1 in 25,000 live births. Prospects for a child with the condition vary widely.
The rest of the week was a blur. I think I managed to concentrate on the lectures and I'm pretty sure I passed the exam. But I couldn't think about much else. What would it mean for us to take a child into our home who had potential for huge medical bills and development problems? Was this something I could handle? On the other hand, if we didn't take her, what would happen to her? Would she bounce from one foster family to another? A lot of horrid, selfish thoughts were in there too.
At the end, I guess this reasoning won out: If we had adopted a healthy baby and then found out down the road that she had a developmental problem, we would continue to love her just as much as before. I don't imagine there's a better way to learn that there's more important things in life than your own happiness.
We made the final decision to take the baby on Friday night after I got back from school. From then until we arrived at the attorney's office on Saturday afternoon to meet her for the first time, we both felt like we were swinging back and forth between excitement and terror. At one moment it seemed perfect, and the next moment we felt way over our heads. We took a walk around the lake at Furman on Friday night under a steel gray sky and talked about the future. There we finally settled on a name for our little girl - Kara Anne.
Our little girl had already undergone an routine but involved procedure to install a pressure-sensitive shunt in the back of her skull. A tube attached the the shunt runs under her skin down into her abdomen. The purpose of this is to allow the excess spinal fluid the builds up in her brain to be released and resorbed into the body. The surgery was apparently a complete success. After talking to the neurosurgeon on Tuesday morning, we learned that the average functional life of these shunts is about five years. However, some fail more quickly, and others can last a lifetime. It just depends on how her body responds to the new "hardware." We have some signs to look for that could indicate that the shunt has failed and needs to be replaced. The good news is that the replacement surgery is typically pretty simple.
As for the Dandy-Walker malformation, the doctor informed us that there's really no way to know at her age how much it will affect her development. She could be completely "normal" or could suffer serious developmental issues. It just depends on what else did or did not form properly in her brain when the vermis failed to develop. The doctor said she'll need CAT scans done likely every six months for the first few years of her life until we get a feel for how she's going to develop.
I hope this doesn't sound cold, but I've never been the type to fawn over babies. I guess that has changed a little now that I have my own. But I'm most impressed with the potential of this young life: the 100 billion neurons in her brain could someday give her the ability to cure cancer or write a great novel. I can reach around her thigh now with my thumb and forefinger, but someday those legs might carry her to the finish line of a marathon. The possibilities are endless. I'm not going to be a perfect parent. But I'm going to love her and provide for her as best as I can, and we'll see how the story plays out.
- Matt

