A Baby Has a Stroke

As you know, I’m in New York City for the weekend.  What I love most about the blogosphere is meeting all the fabulous bloggers to connect with and build friendships.  Not long ago I stumbled upon Jennifer through twitter and realized we have a lot in common.  Besides the fact we are both located in Texas, we both have a child who had a stroke in utero.  The moment our babies suffered that stroke, our lives changed forever.  I asked Jennifer to guest blog for me one day and this week I thought what better time then while I’m in NY?!


Hello everyone, I am Jennifer from Jude; The Diary of a Baby and a Stroke and I will be your guest blogger for the day. When MommaDJane asked me to be a guest blogger, I was honored, but a bit nervous. I was unsure what to write about even though words seem to flow out on my blog. She suggested another viewpoint of a parent that has a child that suffered a stroke. I could write for days regarding my thoughts on in utero, and pediatric strokes, but I believe our sisterhood all has the same perspective. Our thought on the matter is that… well, strokes suck! No one gets pregnant with the anticipation that your child will have a vessel burst in his or her brain, and thus irreversible damage is caused. We all go through mourning periods, bargaining, and basically to me, it mimicked the steps I went through in grief.

When thrust into a life with a child facing a chronic illness you feel lost in a haze of depressing clouds. Yet if you dig deep enough, and you come to terms with what life has handed you, then you can find your way to sunshine again. I know I have a beautiful child that I love unconditionally. In Jude I see so much more than I probably would have if my pregnancy were perfect. He has taught me patience, understanding, and more about life than I ever thought I could know. I appreciate every little milestone he accomplishes, and even the smallest movements he makes. In turn I now also appreciate my daughter in ways I never did before. A simple laugh, a simple smile, a simple loving gesture becomes worth more than you could ever imagine.

My son has also taught me compassion for others, and to actually look at people who have issues, rather than look through them. I have learned that the disabled deserve our respect in ways I never would have understood before. So the next time you are walking down the street and you see a small child in an adaptive stroller, or wheel chair, look at them. It’s okay to wonder what happened to place them in that chair and to recognize how strong they are for fighting hard enough in life to be in that chair in the first place! Just take a second, offer a smile, and offer a bit of happiness.

Jennifer Ortiz

Baby Jude, The diary of a baby and a stroke
Emily’s smile boxes Inc.

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