Those nine months a mom carries her baby are filled with joy, anticipation, and a dose of uncertainty. What the new parents hope for is their bundle of joy to be healthy. Sadly, that is not always the case.
Jennie Wilklow, from Highland, New York, couldn’t wait to meet her daughter. She and her husband were over the moon to hold her in their arms. All the ultrasounds and doctor’s appointment suggested the baby was healthy, so they were eased and never thought sweet Anna would be born with a condition that would change all of their lives forever.
Jennie delivered Anna via C-section at 34 weeks. Doctors told her she looked beautiful and that was all Jennie needed to hear at that point.
Shortly after, the proud mom heard her daughter cry, and that was just another sign that everything was right with her little jewel.
When her husband visited Jennie, he was strangely silent and looked worried and puzzled.
“My husband’s silence scared me; he just sat in shock as the doctor left, and I prodded for more info,” Jennie shared with Cafe Mom.
“He just kept saying, ‘It’s bad.’ What does that even mean? I thought in my head. He told me, ‘Jennie, I looked in her eyes, and she has the most beautiful soul.’”
Anna was diagnosed with harlequin ichthyosis, a rare condition that causes thick diamond-shaped plates that are separated by deep cracks. “As they tried frantically to help her, her skin hardened within seconds (of birth). After hardening, it began to split, causing open wounds all over her body,” Jennie told Cafe Mom.
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Although doctors weren’t sure she would survive, Anna beat the odds and is thriving. “She was beauty in the purest form,” her mom said.
There isn’t cure, and the treatment is quite demanding as it requires constant baths and keeping the skin as much moisturized as possible. “Every couple of hours I covered her with Vaseline and bathed her for many hours of the day. I had dreamed for years about the things my baby would wear, and though it seemed so trivial, it was what I struggled with most,” Jennie said.
In an attempt to raise awareness about this condition, Jennie posts photos of Anna on her Instagram page harlequindiva. She opens up about the everyday struggles and what it is like to have a child with harlequin ichthyosis.
“Anna captured everyone’s hearts because she is the purest form of perfection. Doing the work every day is simple when I’m doing it for her, and with every new accomplishment, the world celebrates with me,” Jennie told Cafe Mom.
She adds, “I now understand that I was given her because of the love I already carried in my heart for my daughter. Anna was meant for me, and I for her, and together we will show the world what true beauty is.”
Harold lived alone, and one night, he was startled awake by the sound of clanging metal coming from his garage…
The garage lights flickered to life, illuminating the scene before Harold. Dust motes danced in the single beam, revealing three figures scrambling to their feet. They wore identical black hoodies, their faces obscured in the shadows.
“Hey! Get outta here!” Harold shouted, his voice surprisingly steady.
The intruders, startled, reacted like startled cats. Two of them bolted towards the garage door, disappearing into the darkness of the night. But the third, taller than the others, tripped over a discarded tire, tumbling to the concrete floor.
Harold, adrenaline coursing through his veins, moved towards the fallen figure. He grabbed the young man’s arm, intending to pull him to his feet. But as the hood fell back, revealing the intruder’s face, Harold froze.
It was Billy.
Billy, his neighbor’s son. Billy, the boy he’d often seen tinkering with his own beat-up old truck, the boy he’d sometimes offered advice to, a friendly nod and a wave. Billy, whose face was now contorted in a mixture of fear and pain.
Harold quickly released his grip. “Billy?” he stammered, disbelief washing over him.
Billy, still sprawled on the floor, looked up at him, his eyes wide with terror. “Mr. Davis… I… I’m so sorry.”
Harold knelt beside him, his mind reeling. What was Billy doing here? Why was he trying to steal his car?
“What… what are you doing, Billy?” Harold asked, his voice trembling.
Billy hesitated, his eyes darting nervously around the garage. “I… I needed the money,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. “My mom… she’s sick. The bills are piling up. I… I didn’t know what else to do.”
Harold felt a surge of sympathy, a wave of understanding washing over him. He knew Billy’s family wasn’t well-off. His mother, a single parent, struggled to make ends meet.
“Billy,” Harold said gently, “you shouldn’t have done this. There are other ways to get help.”
Billy looked down at his hands, shamefaced. “I know, Mr. Davis. I’m so sorry. I’ll never do anything like this again.”
Harold sighed. He knew how desperate times could drive people to do desperate things. He remembered a time, long ago, when he had faced his own share of hardships.
“Get up,” Harold said, helping Billy to his feet. “Let’s go inside. We need to talk.”
As they walked towards the house, Harold felt a strange sense of responsibility. He couldn’t simply turn Billy over to the police. He couldn’t let this promising young man throw his life away.
He had to help him.
The next morning, Harold contacted a local social worker. He explained the situation, omitting the attempted theft, focusing instead on Billy’s family’s financial difficulties. The social worker, a kind woman with a gentle demeanor, listened patiently and promised to look into the matter.
Over the next few weeks, Harold kept a close eye on Billy. He offered him odd jobs around the house, helping him earn some extra money. He also spent time talking to him, offering words of encouragement and guidance.
Slowly, things started to improve. Billy found a part-time job at a local mechanic shop, and his mother received assistance from social services. The fear and desperation that had clouded Billy’s eyes began to fade, replaced by a glimmer of hope.
Harold knew he couldn’t erase the past, but he hoped he could help Billy find a better future. He had learned a valuable lesson that night: sometimes, the most unexpected encounters can lead to the most profound connections. And sometimes, the greatest strength lies not in punishment, but in compassion and understanding.
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