On September 3, 1986, Beth called me at work and said, “Today’s the day.” As in, her OB-GYN was scheduling a C-section for later that day to deliver our son.
Because Beth’s a type 1 diabetic she routinely—thanks to the kindness of friends—made twice-weekly visits to the doctor to monitor things. So I was used to getting calls to report on her visit, and I also was used to it being good news—her pregnancy went remarkably well. Since this was three weeks before the due date, though, I wasn’t quite prepared to find out it was happening THAT DAY. I went all Dick Van Dyke driving Laura to the hospital, stammering and mumbling, “It’s today, it’s TODAY.”
Well, as readers of this blog—or of Beth’s memoir Long Time, No See— already know, things didn’t go swimmingly. I went home that night, leaving Beth to float on a painkiller cloud at the hospital, and having been told that our son Gus had roughly a 50-50 chance of making it through the night.
Well he made it. There was a month in neonatal intensive care, and a lot of two steps forward and one step back—when the bilirubins (great band name) were finally down to normal there was a new respiratory thing, after that….
But he did get better and stronger. On the day before he came home, however, we got the crushing news that he had a very rare genetic disorder called trisomy 12p. What very little was known about it was all very bad.
One good thing about the lack of information, though, was that we didn’t know anything about expected life span. We knew it was likely to be shorter than normal, but even that wasn’t a sure thing.
And so, it was one day at a time. And the days have added up. Gus will reach the ripe old age of thirty come Saturday. We’ll probably get him and his roommates some Chinese food.
In other posts here at the blog I’ve touched on how it can be a complicated thing to contemplate Gus and his life with us and now at his group home in Wisconsin.
This week, it’s not complicated. Here’s to your 30th, Gus.
Happy almost 30th birthday to Baby Gussy!❤️
And your former roomie. 🙂
Mike, have you read THE BOY IN THE MOON by Ian Brown? It’s a book that I highly recommend to parents of children with developmental disabilities. Happy birthday to Gus!
Kim, yes I have read it–it’s terrific. And thanks for reading.
Happy birthday to Gus! Birthdays are for celebrating!
Here’s to you, Gus! (And his parents too)
Happy Birthday, Gus
Happy Birthday, Gus! May your day be full of sunshine and smiles.
Happy birthday to Gus! Enjoy that Chinese!!
Please wish Gus a Happy 30th Birthday!
Happy Birthday Gus another great milestone! 30 yrs! ??have a beautiful weekend with mom & dad!
Happy birthday, Gus!
Happy Birthday to Gus from western PA!
Love the way you ended this piece, Mike! Happy Birthday to Gus.
Thanks Linda, much appreciated.
Happy birthday, Gus. Enjoy your music, your Chinese meal, and your wonderful parents. Henry and I will raise a glass – or two – to all of you.
What a great celebration for all of you. Happy Birthday to Gus.
Thanks Mel. Hope you are well.
Oh! And fabulous adjectivizing of Dick Van Dyke. That’s what our flexible English language can do that other languages can’t.
Eat, drink, and grab your mink!
I can only add to all the comments above. That Gus is 30 is an achievement for him and for you and Beth. Happy Day and Congratulations.
Happy birthday to Gus! And congratulations to his great parents on this milestone. Glad to know you.
Happy birthday wishes to Gus!
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