My perfect girl.
My mum and I were talking yesterday about how she truly was my little gift.
When her big brother River was diagnosed with cancer I was 16 weeks pregnant with her. It wouldn’t be long until we found out River’s cancer developed due to a genetic mutation and there was a 50/50 chance she’d inherit the same mutation and syndrome. It didn’t mean if she tested positive for it, she’d get cancer. But she’d have to be monitored closely via MRIs throughout her life, like her brother. I didn’t want that for him and I didn’t want that for her. The condition is called Rhabdoid Tumour Predisposition Syndrome (#RTPS ). She tested negative, and the relief was felt in my BONES. We waited SIX WEEKS for those results. Anyway, the reason she was a gift is because if I wasn’t already pregnant, we would not have had anymore children because of the risk. We know other families with multiple children with AT/RT. And we made sure we couldn’t have anymore children pretty quickly due to that risk. There’ll be no more babies, I don’t think we’d have wanted more than two but the restriction sometimes makes me yearn for another now.
I didn’t think I’d have children 18 months apart but SOMETHING told me we should. I don’t know what it was but I can even pinpoint the thought; I remember exactly where I was when I thought, we should have another baby. It was such a ridiculous but such a strong feeling. With River, it took a year to conceive. With Tilly it was first try.
I’m telling you, this sunshine girl in all her beauty, with her old soul and bright personality saved us. She saved me. - 14 minutes ago