I attended an all-girl’s Catholic high school. I know that everyone has different rules for how they Facebook, but I’m “friends” with a large number of the women I graduated with–even some that I barely know.
Cecile is one of these women. We had one class together in four years–she sat in the back and I sat in the front. She was, and still is, a beautiful woman and I’m the sort who wanders around with her frizzy hair pulled back in a bun. She wore heels on free dress days and I wore pajama pants.
It was probably a year ago–maybe less–when I noticed that she kept “liking” pictures from Autism support pages on Facebook. Despite having my own child with a disability, I’m still surprised when I realize that someone else has a special needs child of one kind or another. I guess I expect people to wave banners about their kids’ issues. Or get blogs and write about it constantly, ahem.
Then Cecile and I ended up pregnant at the same time. Me with Rex and her with a little boy as well. One day she posted to Facebook an article about the Hep B vaccine, which is given to infants on their first day of life. It was one of those scary articles that makes you want to give birth to your baby in a field or something just to save them from the horrors of modern medicine. I hate articles like that. I left a short note telling her that we’d put off the Hep B vaccine til a later date since my twins still weren’t 40 weeks gestation when they left the NICU.
To my surprise, she emailed me the next day and asked me what procedure I had used to decline the vaccination. She had heard you had to fill out a certain form to decline. This was probably the first time I’d had an direct contact with her since the mid-nineties. I gave her the scoop, and wished her luck on the process.
Her water broke at 31 weeks and they admitted her to the hospital so she could hang on to baby as long as possible. She made it a few weeks more like that and now her second son is hanging out in the NICU not unlike my twins last last year. I’ve been “liking” the heck out of the pictures of her boy growing and putting on weight. I’m also sad for her knowing that her oldest son spent some time in the NICU as well.
Nothing in common until now, I guess.