Day Twenty-Three

What She Wore: Blue plaid pajama pants; white t-shirt; bare feet. I’ve been napping and reading all day while my dear husband watches the baby. I’m going to have to get dressed now though–we’ve got to find something to eat.

My mother loves people of all kinds. She relishes every detail about people that she’s never met. It was with great interest that she told me about a little baby that was born right around the same time as Charlie. This little baby has spina bifida–this is a severe condition in which a baby is born without a complete spinal cord. The baby is often paralyzed and most have hydrocephalus. My mother didn’t actually know the couple who had the baby–she heard about it all from her hairdresser. Still, she was very interested in this little boy.

This past week my mother got to meet the little baby’s grandmother, who gets her hair cut at the same place as mom. They talked about their grandbabies, their shunts, their surgeries. Then, the other grandmother relayed a story to my mother that just horrified me.

Spina bifida is usually diagnosed in utero, so the couple knew before he was born that their child would have a lot of issues. They were interviewing pediatricians trying to find someone who could help them with their child. Upon calling one doctor and asking if she handled any children with spina bifida the doctor replied, “No, I don’t have any of those. Everyone I know who had a child like that had an abortion.”

Can you believe that? A write-off and a moral judgement in just two sentences. Any person who refers to children with disabilities as “those” should be sent to a sensitivity workshop or twelve. Children with disabilities are still children and still need medical care.

Luckily, the family found a fabulous pediatrician for their baby–one whose sister has spina bifida. In the mean time, I’m glad I’m a great believer in karma.

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Comments

  1. Wow I can’t believe a doctor of all people would say that. No kidding about karma!

  2. omg…what can i say about a comment like that..from a doctor no less..i’m glad they found someone to help with their baby.

  3. Nadine Hightower says:

    Amen Sister!

  4. Makes me want to kick her ass…how’s that for karma biotch!

    OK where’s the pimple pic?!?!?! LOL!

    Did you paint the chair? Check out the blue dog painted chair:
    http://domestikgoddess.com/inspiration-for-funky-painted-chairs/

    Ah well there goes the baby alarm, gotta get to work I guess, see you later!

  5. Holy cow. It’s really too bad that there are doctors like that. How horrible.
    Hope you’re having a good weekend!
    God bless :)

  6. Now that is just a crappy thing for that doctor to say, what ever happened to “first do no harm”? Egads. That person shold not be practicing at all.

    Hope that you are having a fantastic weekend!

  7. That’s pretty cold. Perhaps that dictor needs a new line of work.

  8. doctor

  9. “Those”…and then what do you say to someone who makes a boneheaded comment like that? I’m so glad that woman found someone a little more caring to take their baby to.

  10. Okay, so I’m trying to get caught up starting from Day Fourteen and was going to wait to comment until Day Twenty-Six…BUT HOLY CRAP, I just couldn’t hold it in!!!! OH MY GOD! NO HE (SHE?) DIDN’T!!! What a dumbass.
    SIGH.

    Glad she found someone who had some sense instead. I think Jenn had it right when she said Dictor…DICKtor. LOL. I crack myself up.

  11. Wow, what a jerk. I can’t believe that a DOCTOR, (all evidence to the contrary) could be tht judgmental, thoughtless and cruel! I am so happy that they found a great one. They probably don’t want the hassle, but the parents should really report that jerkoff to the AMA review board. Someone that insenstive and self righteous has no business taking care of children!
    Can;t wait to see how the house is looking

  12. Rural Felicity says:

    Hi! I’m new to your blog, and I had to comment. How sad a doctor would respond to a parent that way. :( My son has spina bifida/etc, and we fortunately didn’t come into contact with one of /those/ doctors when we were diagnosed.