Saturday, January 21, 2012

Nina's Birthday

Today is my daughter Nina's 19th birthday.

I didn't get to meet her 19 years ago today. I didn't meet her until May 30, 1996 when she was three and a half years old.

I woke up feeling gratitude for the Russian woman who gave birth to Nina 19 years ago. It probably wasn't an easy birth. Nina was two months premature and basically born dead. It is a miracle that the doctors decided to revive her.

I imagine that her birth was a time of fear and panic. And the woman who gave birth to her must have felt that trying to raise a premature baby in poverty - if the baby even survived - was too much. The woman left the hospital after giving birth, without Nina.

Nina stayed in the hospital for four months. She had been so "unready" for birth that she didn't know how to suck. She was fed with a tube until she was big enough to go to the orphanage.

To me, January 21st is the anniversary of a miracle. Nina is a miracle. She was meant to be my daughter and, without the goodness of God and the poor Russian woman, she would not be in my life.

To Nina, January 21st is a hard day. She told me tonight that it's hard because I can't tell her stories about how on this day - however many years ago - I saw her for the first time, held her for the first time..... I can't say "at exactly this time 19 years ago" - because I don't even know the time of her birth.

It's like, on some cellular level, Nina remembers that January 21, 1993 was a difficult and scary time for a tiny baby not quite ready to come into the world. It was the beginning of three and a half years of being in a room with numerous other cribs, learning to cry the loudest to get attention.

When we got Nina at age three and a half, her voice sounded like a little old lady who had smoked cigarettes for forty years. The doctors told us that she had "screamer's nodules" on her voice box.

It's how she survived.

Nina and I decided tonight that January 21st is not the day that she is comfortable celebrating. It's not the day that things started for her - or for us.

May 30, 1996 is that day that things started. That's the anniversary of the first time I looked into her eyes. That's the day I saw her waddle across the room in black patent shoes saying "momma!". That's the day we first touched, her first car ride, first airplane ride, first bite of ice...... The beginning of many firsts.

That's the day she wants to celebrate.

So, even though I thank God for this day 19 years ago when my daughter came into the world, we will celebrate her "gotcha" day on May 30th.

That's when we began.

Love,
Nina's Grateful Mom

7 comments:

  1. That is the most powerful, the most beautiful blog you have written. Although Natalie was also premature, we got to see her within days of her birth and know her birth mom.
    What a miracle Nina is. What a gift she is to all of us. I thank God that you are her mom and you got the perfect daughter. She is truly a hero as well as a survivor.
    I am honored to know you both.

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  2. Barb, I ditto everything that you said (except the parts about Natalie--that does not apply to me)

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  3. Wonderful!! We are all grateful for knowing Nina ! You were all blessed to find eachother!

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  4. Such a beautiful story. I do believe God brings us these miracles. My 14 year old son is adopted too. I prayed so hard for an answer to my dilemma - to be or not to be a mother. I could not have my own and always expected to be a mother. The reality was excrutiating. Then, my Daniel came. I told him from the very beginning, "You didn't grow in my belly. You grew in my heart." I know you understand that completely. Nina is beautiful, like her mama!

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  5. My best friend is adopted and her family also celebrates her gotcha day.

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  6. This brought tears to my eyes.

    Beautiful.

    sigh.

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