Olivia Gordon - The First Breath

Until twenty years ago, children this medically complex didnt exist. They didnt survive. High-tech medicine has created a new strain of human beings who require superhuman care. Society has yet to acknowledge this reality, especially at a practical level.

IAN BROWN, THE BOY IN THE MOON BROWN, 2009

This is a story about love and fear: the love and fear a parent feels for a child who is still unknown; the love and fear doctors and nurses feel but dont show when they try to save that childs life. Its a story of bravery: the bravery of pioneering doctors and nurses who have to risk a childs death to give life; the bravery of a mother and baby who have no other choice and who believe they are anything but brave.

This is a story of living through medical history, a history so recent it happened within my own generations lifetime. New fields of medicine built in the last decades of the twentieth century and the dawn of the twenty-first have saved a generation of children who would not have survived before, whose first breaths come only thanks to teams of fetal medics and neonatologists. This medicine has also created a new generation of parents who raise these survivor children.

Almost all the parents I interviewed for this book are people I have met in the course of my life as a mother of a child with a difference, a special child. If youre not a member of this group, you might not realize how many of us there are these days. Our children dont always have noticeable disabilities, but, at a very young age, they have been through more challenges than many people face in a lifetime. They may be growing up with rare genetic conditions, or may be survivors of fetal surgery, prematurity or congenital organ defects. They may (or may not) have subtle neuropsychiatric differences autistic spectrum, attention-deficit, sensory processing and/or dyspraxic traits and developmental delays. What they have in common is that they are part of a new group of people whose lives began with an unprecedented level of medical intervention. In many cases they have diagnoses which were impossible to pinpoint until recent years.

As a mother of one such child, without even trying to find others, I meet them everywhere I go. Until the late twentieth century, even when they survived infancy, children growing up with disabilities were often hidden in institutions, educated entirely outside the mainstream, or otherwise excluded from society. Today its a different story, so I didnt have to search for parents to talk with.

I found myself the mother of a baby whose life was saved by cutting-edge medicine and this book tells my story, and those of other mothers. Modern science is affecting mothers in the most profound way and I believe its time to pay more attention to the female experience of medicine. Fathers experiences are of course just as important as mothers, but this is a book primarily about what its like to become a mother when pregnancy doesnt go to plan. What its like to be one of the young people of this new generation is yet another story in itself. As is what its like to have a sick baby without access to the medical privileges of the first world. There are so many stories to tell.

I had an impressionistic, emotional and highly personal understanding of what happened in my own story of motherhood. But I became fascinated by the science and medicine that had touched my familys life so deeply from histories to principles to practice and wanted to learn more. I decided to turn my journalists eye on my own experiences; in effect, to investigate my own case history. What if a patient tried to understand her doctors? Turning from vulnerable patients mother to writer and reporter would involve a change of relationship with all-powerful doctors, perhaps.

A journalists job is to investigate and report to learn from experts. I am a writer who loves science, and I am the mother of a child with a medical condition, not a scientist. My research for this book scratches the surface of multiple complex medical fields. I could spend a lifetime digging just a little deeper and still know next to nothing: the more one knows, the more one realizes how little one knows. I apologize for my ignorance and am immensely grateful to those doctors and scientists who shared their expertise with me. Any mistakes are my own.