You know how when you were little and you really wanted those Wonder Woman wrist cuffs but would have settled for those magical Jem – truly outrageous, truly, truly, truly outrageous earrings?
We were dying for super powers because inside we felt bigger and bolder than our little bodies allowed us to be.
Time marched on and our desire for super powers waned once we discovered boys and Dr. Pepper flavored lip gloss.
A little more time passed and we became mothers. Mommy Friends, it was then that we finally earned our super powers.
Yep, I’m talking about mother’s instinct. That thing we fought and feared in our own mothers because it was freaky, intangible and always so dead on. If you’ve ever been punished for a crime you totally committed (and that your mom had no proof of whatsoever), you know exactly what I’m talking about. Her intuition knew, it always knew.
When Boy Wonder was about a week old he began projectile vomiting. This wasn’t just big, ugly vomiting either, this was like, “Oh my God, his head is about to start spinning around” vomiting. It was the single scariest thing anyone in my family had ever (ever, ever, ever) seen. The doctors told me it happens (blah, blah, blah), they chalked it up to new mom worries (blah, blah, blah). But I knew this demon/alien vomiting thing was more than that; something was seriously wrong.
And it was.
Boy Wonder had a cyst on his bowel that had to be removed stat. At 11 days old he underwent a big important surgery by some famous internist whose name I can’t seem to remember right now…Dr. Applesomething. The doctor told me the cyst would have likely developed into cancer within his lifetime, whoa. I don’t know if that’s true but thankfully I’ll never have to know. The weirdest part was that the surgery didn’t stop the projectile vomiting – the cyst was an incidental finding. Mommy Friends, I don’t believe in coincidences, that cyst was meant to be found.
Every one of us is a warrior mother, a superheroine with powers far greater than any force that could ever come against us.
You know that tickle in your brain, the nagging feeling that goes far beyond basic worrying? That thing that tells you, “Hey Lady, pay attention to this.”, yeah that – that thing knows way more than we want to believe sometimes. Trust it, your mother’s intuition is a gift and maybe even a life saver.
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