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Happy Birthday

Before my son passed away I always said that today, January 4, was the scariest day of my life. Since his death, it's been bumped to the second scariest day of my life and is tied with the day I decided to trust a hairdresser who went to school with my husband and walked out of the salon with pink, orange and black striped hair. Turned out the hairdresser was madly in love with my husband in high school and took delight in soothing his spurned affections by making me look like a clown on crack. Good times.

Today is Shalebug's ninth birthday. (Holy shit. That seems old. My baby would be nine.)

His birthday was always a reminder of the horror we lived through. Each time we sang happy birthday it was always tinged with the reminder of that fateful day and how it changed our lives so permanently.

Unlike the two badgers babies that preceded him by clawing themselves angrily out of my lady bits, Bug's entrance to the world was like a scene from a low budget horror flick. Or a really bad comedy, depending on how one viewed it.

It was scary for a lot of reasons, none of which included the parts where I was eight centimeters dialated and we ran out of gas on the way to the hospital. There I was huffing and puffing and trying to keep his head from popping out between my legs while my husband fumbled with the gas pump at the gas station we just barely managed to coast our van into.

I panted "Just put five dollars in! We don't have much time!!! Hurry!!!"

My husband however, heard, "Don't worry dude. Even though we can see the top of your kid's head, you should totally stop and talk excitedly to the gas station attendant about our future bundle of joy. I'll just poke his fingers back in so you can examine the joys of child birth with the underpaid gas attendant who got stuck on night shift. Don't worry about me."

To this day Boo swears he tried to hurry but there was a problem with the cash register. I maintain he should have just tossed money at the dude and ran back to his labouring wife, but you say po-tay-to, I'll say po-tah-to.

Still, thanks to some supreme effort on my part, we made it to the hospital in the nick of time. The labour and delivery nurses were amazed that we didn't end up being one of those people who ended up giving birth in the back seat of our vehicle. My husband was amazed his wife knew that many cuss words and managed to hurl them all at his head in one foul sentence after another.

No, January 4 was scary for other reasons. Reasons not just limited to what seemed like an endless session of me sitting there with my legs splayed open as an invitation for every male medical resident in the hospital to come and peer between and then comment on the party happening in my pooter. It's not often a baby gets stuck in the birthing canal so when the doctor on duty has to break out the ole rubber mallet to hammer a birthing mother's pelvis into a a million tiny pieces to free the trapped infant they like to invite the entire hospital staff to come and watch under the guise of "this is a teaching hospital, ma'am."

Nor was January 4 scary thanks to stitches or hemorrhoids or the fact that even though I had finally popped out a nine pound, one ounce baby and more amniotic fluid than a body should ever see, I still weighed more than my damn husband.

No, January 4 officially became scary the moment Shale was delivered and the room went silent. Immediately upon his entrance a hush fell upon the room. I waited for that first squaling breath, that sweet sound when a child takes it's first breath and announces to the world it's arrival and it never came.

Panic over came me and I looked to the nurses, the doctor, my husband,  for some reassurance. Instead I found grim worried looks pasted on each of their faces. The doctor bundled Shale up and instead of holding my baby up for me to see, rushed him to the isolet to help him breathe.

"Why isn't it crying?" I screeched, not even knowing if it was a boy or a girl or a monkey I just gave birth to. "What's going on? What's wrong? I can't hear any cries!!" I shrieked, my voice rising to near hysteria with each syllable I spoke.

"He's breathing, honey," my husband rushed to reassure me, while looking into my eyes and shaking his head so slightly as to warn me to hang on, hold on, something is wrong but don't freak out just yet.

That's when I caught the first glimpse of my baby, my boy. His skin was purple and his feet were deformed; pointing in the wrong direction as though they were on backwards.

It was that moment in time, that exact moment life as I knew it stopped. It was that moment, with the sight of those purple twisted and gnarled baby feet, our lives as we knew it ceased to exist and we were thrust into new lives, new unfamiliar roles we were wholly unprepared for.

The moments after that flew by in a blur. They quickly bundled Shale up and whisked him away from me. My husband insisted they allow me to quickly kiss the top of his head as I lay there trapped on the birthing bed but I wasn't allowed to hold him.

I was all but forgotten as doctors rushed to save my child. Diagnoses were thrown about like darts at board and dire predictions made with every other breath. "He has heart problems." "He has kidney problems." "He's missing a large portion of his brain." "He has a cleft palate." "He looks like he has a palsy of some sort." "He won't make it." "He may make it." "It doesn't look good." "He won't be normal."

Within 90 minutes of his birth they had Bug stuffed into a transport shuttle and flown to a different hospital as I sat and quietly freaked the fuck out. There wasn't much I could do what with a broken pelvis and all. I sent Boo to be with our child as I was devastated at the idea of him being across the city away from me.

It was the beginning of a long journey for our family, as we waited for our son to finally be discharged from the hospital and come home for the first time. Months went by and life formed a new normal. One which included dropping a three and four year old off at a sitter's each day so I could spend the day sitting vigil beside their baby brother as he underwent one procedure to another in his fight to come home.

When he finally made it home, the snow had melted, flowers were blooming and the air was warm. His arrival home was marked with joy and triumph and shades of fear for we now understood how fragile our baby was. But for the first time since he was born my family was complete and sleeping under one roof and I felt whole.

January 4 brought to me a new son and a new life. I knew the moment I saw those little twisted toes life would be different than how I had planned. I didn't know exactly how it was about to change but I knew a massive shift had just occurred in my reality. I tasted real fear for the first time in my life, looked terror straight in the eyes as I watched my child fight for life.

What I didn't know that January 4 was the joy that accompanied fear, or how each low would be triumphed with the sweetest highs we would ever feel. January 4 was scary because life demanded I forget everything I thought I knew and start living in the moment. Shale's existence tested our family's foundation, our courage and our faith that no matter what went wrong love would make it right.

I didn't know the depths of love I was capable of. It was scary because I simply didn't know anything.

I look back now and it doesn't feel scary anymore. Not much does after helplessly watching your child die to be honest. But I realize now January 4 isn't just my beautiful boy's birthday. It's the day his father and I became the people we are now. January 4 birthed our new and forever identities.

It was the day we became parents to a handicapped child and learned how to love wholly and unconditionally, yes.

But more importantly, it was the day we became the forever parents to the bright blue eyed boy we called Bug.

Nothing scary about that, at all.

Happy Birthday my angel boy. Your momma misses you, with each beat of her heart and every breath she draws.

He was a beautiful little Redneck, no?

*My apologies for my absence. I was missing my Bug, quite simply.*
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Reader Comments (149)

Awww *sniff* I'm glad you're back. Happy birthday, Shale-bug.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMFA Mama

My heart breaks for you each time I read a post about your Bug. You are an amazingly strong person.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterNotAMeanGirl

Glad you posted this in 'tear jerker' because it was. You're an inspiration- or as your twitter follower said it best: a muse- to all of us. Hugs from Maryland today.

there is no comment that I could leave that would explain the effect that your post had on me.

But this was amazing. And I'm sending every good thought that I have to you.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMarinka

this was a tear jerker. Happy birthday Shale.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBecky @TheRealBecks

Happy birthday to all of you. What a beautiful post.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKristin

You have an affinity for making me cry, woman. Happy birthday to your boy. x

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterZoeyjane

*tears* This was a beautiful happy birthday message to a gorgeous boy! I'm glad you're back.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKarin aka perpstu

Incredible post.

Happy Birthday, Shalebug.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commentersashalyn

Much love to you & your family. xoxo

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterUndomestic Diva

Happy birthday, Shale.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJamie

Crap. You made me cry.

That was beautifully written. God bless your family on this day, and especially your sweet Bug.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFiddledeedee

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Thank you for sharing this wonderful post. Happy birthday to your Shalebug.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdrlori71

No need for apologies Tanis. Totally understandable.

Happy Birthday to your Bug. Happy Birthing Day to you.


January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterpreTzel

Golly, do you know how to drag the whole spectrum of emotions out of a person. With words, no less.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKristin

Happy Birthday....to you, to Bug and to the family. This was a nice way to honor him.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterwn

Glad to have you back with us, Tanis.


January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMommaSunshine

oh tanis... you have got to be one of the strongest women on the face of this planet. i am thinking of you and yours. i've been away from the blogosphere, coping with a friend's tragedy. i can only hope that my break gives me the clarity it clearly has given you. you are so loved, as is your beautiful family.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commenternic @mybottlesup

happy birthday Shalebug. xoxo

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commentertiffany

Tanis... I wish I could just give you a big bear hug. Happy Birthday sweet prince.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMaya

::hugs:: You and your family are extremely beautiful in heart and spirit.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJenera

Happy Birthday to your beautiful angel boy. I did remember that this time of year is difficult for you and your family and said a prayer for you all(you may think I am real holy but I am not I just believe in prayer). I really hope you have a lovely 2010. Best wishes.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJ from Ireland

Happy Birthday sweet boy! You are an awesome mom!

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLeah

(((hugs))) to you! happy birthday bug!!!

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterjenn

Amazing gifts, the things Bug brought to you in his life. Hell, amazing gifts he's brought to everyone who reads this blog and have been following along nearly the whole time. I see other peoples' kids through very different eyes now, and see absolute beauty where before I probably saw someone else's heartbreak.

Thank you for that.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterThumper

Tanis, after finding your blog via Loralee and the whole "there are 2 bugs" thing over a year ago, I've read every post you have made, plus most of your archives. I love your humor. But, what really tethers me to your blog, is the real Tanis that is exposed every time you write about your bug. The depth, the honest chronicling of raw human emotion, written so beautifully, is powerful beyond measure. Your family is amazing and inspires me. stephen

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterstephen

Happy Birthday sweet Shalebug (I hope it's okay I call him that?)

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJacquie

Oh, Tanis. You take my breath away. Happy birthday, Bug.


January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterChibi Jeebs

you are an amazing person tanis.
welcome back.
happy birthday to your bug!

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commentercrazyassmomma

Happy Birth Day.

To Shale, Boo, and you. {{hugs}}

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCT Mom

(((hugs))) to you and your family, birthday's and anniversaries are always the hardest. Happy birthday little guy I hope you are enjoying cake in heaven with my angel babies. Hugs Crystal xx

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCrystal (Lukasmummy)

Happy birthday, sweetest, sweetest boy. And fierce hugs to his beautiful mama.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterStefania

Damn it. I cried at work. He is a beautiful boy. I am so terribly sorry for your loss and so happy that you had him in your lives even if the time was short. Your memories will keep him alive always.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterShelly

Happy Birthday to your dear sweet boy! He lives on in your hearts and through posts like this....thanks for sharing!

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCathy H.

I understand those birthdays. The ones where we remember and honor our babes that aren't here anymore. My little girl would have just turned 7 last month...7! Just kills me.

Happy birthday to your little Man. I pray he is running and playing in Heaven today and is thinking of his Mama.

Hugs to you.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKim

I completely understand that missing feeling. Also that feeling of his birthday being the day you became who you are now. The before and after. For us it is both. The day he was born, then the day he died and lastly the day we became who we are now.

All I am saying is I am hugging you in my heart. Happy Birthday to your little angel Bug.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterVixen

I wept at work today, reading this. Using the only reference I can in my own life, I understand some of what you went through and can only imagine the rest. Where you are now is admirable, your wisdom speaks volumes and your son surely taught you much in his too-short life.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterErin D.

T, you and Boo are simply amazing. Your children, all four of them, are so fortunate to have you.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJulie @ The Mom Slant

Wow, Tanis, what a beautiful post. You made me cry, you gave me goosebumps, and you even made be smile once or twice.

You and your family are in my heart and in my thoughts. Happy Birthday Shale!!!

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLisa

I. am. speechless.

I can't wait to get home to hug my kids

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterblindkangaroo

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January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenteruberVU - social comments

You are one incredible woman and mama.

Hugs and cheers to you. And your family. And Bug.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterred pen mama

Again, you brought me to tears. I cannot imagine what you've all had to go through. I'm so blessed that all my boys are healthy bundles of joy. We take so much in life for granted. Happy Birthday cutie pie!

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJoanna

Your love for him never fails to overwhelm me.

Happy birthday, little man.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterTwoBusy


January 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterxokie

I found you through him, through all those posts that tore my heart apart and that I related to on so many levels. I think of him all the time. I don't know if you know that or not. So many times when I look at my son, I think of yours. I think I always will.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMomo Fali

This is, indeed, a tear jerker! ((hugs)) Happy Birthday, Shale. And happy bithrday to all the beautiful things he brought to your family, Tanis.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterHaley-O (Cheaty)

I don't comment often but this post, this post took my breathe away and left me with tears dripping down my face. Happy Birthday Bug- you are deeply loved and missed.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLisa

Happy Birthday to your beautiful bug.

January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRachael

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