Tuesday, July 19, 2011

When the Change Doesn't Happen

Yesterday I wrote about how my life changed when I had a baby and how I believe that I've adjusted to (and even welcomed) those changes because I planned to have my daughter.  I wasn't really specific, though, about those changes.  There are several types of the changes that (should) take place when you become a mom. These changes take place constantly, even daily.  In addition to your child's developmental changes, there are changes to your own life.  There are the obvious changes that you expect--less sleep, getting two people ready to go somewhere, possibly having your fun bags used as a source of nutrition, etc.   Then there are the changes that are understood best once you have a child--becoming invisible for awhile when people visit, having to be constantly on your toes when your little one becomes mobile, the protective instincts that make you feel slightly crazy at times.  There is no book, no website, no class that can truly prepare you for being a mother.  You might learn what to do and how to do it, but it doesn't prepare you for what you'll feel and how you'll change--especially since every woman is different.

But the most significant change for me actually took place before I ever brought Amelia home.  Though it may sound exaggerated or overly emotional or even cliche, the change that has affected me most was the moment they handed my daughter to me.  When I felt that tiny, wiggling, purple baby against my skin and my eyes met hers, I literally felt like a completely different person.  Scars I had clung to for years were wiped away.  Anger and bitterness I'd been harboring dissolved instantly.  All of the garbage in my life that could get in the way of being her mother was reduced to ashes.   I was physically and emotionally exhausted from labor, but I have never been more clear in thought or set in determination.  I knew in those first moments that I would go to the ends of the earth for my child. Though I knew love, I couldn't even fathom my own capacity to love someone until I had Amelia.   She was only in my life for seconds before I knew that I never wanted to live without her. 

As I've said in other posts, I can only speak for myself, not for other mothers.  I know that these feelings are in no way unique to me, but do other women feel them instantaneously as I did?  Do the feelings often need time to develop?  And what happens when these feelings don't develop at all?  When a woman looks at her child and doesn't think, "I would give my life for him."  When a woman loves herself more than her baby?  When she sees the changes that accompany motherhood as roadblocks for her own life?  

Is this life-altering change something we control?  Can we force motherly instincts and devotion?

I have refrained from blogging about the Casey Anthony trial because there is nothing I can say that hasn't been said before and in far more eloquent, intelligent ways.  The Anthony case has been the first major murder case of the social media age and it turned into a total circus. But Anthony is not the first woman involved in (okay, accused of being involved in--are you happy?) her child's death. 

As of January 2010, there were 61 women on death row.  Eleven of those women killed their own children (counting one that was adopted).  But the number of women who commit filicide each year is much higher than the death row numbers imply.  Some studies estimate that in the United States alone, as many as 200 women each year kill their children.  Often these deaths are a result of gross negligence, including failing to seek medical attention for their children.  Other mothers give birth secretly and abandon the babies to die (this actually happened at the school I worked at in Memphis; thankfully the child was found and lived).  There are those who physically abuse their children and those who do not protect their children from an abusive father or boyfriend (however a 2009 study by the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services found that deaths from abuse were 12% more likely to be caused by the mother than the father).  But he ones that generally make the news, though--the ones who dominate the headlines and become fodder for hacks like Nancy Grace--are the mothers who murder their children, often with their own hands. 

What makes a woman murder her own flesh and blood?  What goes wrong that makes the one person who should be biologically programmed to protect her child violently end his life? 

In 1983, Diane Downs shot her three children at close range and then drove them to a nearby hospital.  One daughter died; another daughter and her son lived.  Her surviving daughter actually testified against her mother at trial.

Between 1991 and 1999, Australian Kathleen Folbigg smothered her four children, who ranged in age from 19 days to 19 months.  It was only when her husband found her journal that detailed the murders that she was brought to justice.

In 1994, America watched as Susan Smith cried and begged for the return of her children after she claimed they were abducted in a carjacking.  Nine days later, Smith admitted to strapping her sons into her vehicle and allowing it to roll into a lake.

Ten years ago this summer, Andrea Yates--a woman with a history of severe mental illness and depression--drowned her five children in a bathtub in her Texas home and then calmly called 911. 

The list goes on and on:  Marybeth Tinning murdered eight of her nine children over two decades; China Arnold cooked her 28-day-old daughter in a microwave oven; and most recently, a Florida mom named Julie Scheckener

These are the stories that turn our collective stomachs.  But for those of us who have children of our own, these atrocities are more than we can begin to wrap our minds around.  I can't comprehend how anyone can hurt a child, especially their own.  How does a woman carry a child for nine months, give birth, hold that baby for the first time, watch it grow--and then kill her own son or daughter? 

Andrea Yates, 2001
Most of these women are diagnosed with some type of mental illness.  Andrea Yates had multiple bouts with post-partum depression and psychosis, hearing voices and struggling with delusions.  She attempted suicide twice in the years leading up to the murder of her children.  As horrific as her story is, it's difficult not to somehow pity the woman who believed she was saving her children from Satan.  (If you aren't familiar with the Yates case, I recommend starting with The Yates Odyssey). 

But what about the women who seem to have motives to kill their children, such as a desire to be a man who doesn't want a family?  Why would a woman choose a man over her children?  And what of those who have systematically killed child after child over a period of years?  Where Yates seemed to have suffered at psychotic break, these latter women kill their children and often meticulously cover it up only to kill again.

So I ask once more:  what happened?  Did these women ever experience "the change," the total transformation of motherhood? At one point, did they feel the same as I do about my little girl?  Somewhere along the way, did these women all malfunction (for lack of better word)?   

Or do these women somehow lack the capacity to feel a mother's love?  Are they so selfish that they are unable to relinquish their old lives and embrace the necessary changes of motherhood? 

Are they broken?

Are they evil? 

Why would most mothers die for their children while other women deny theirs the chance to live?



Which brings me back to a question that haunts me sometimes when my mind tries to rest.  What if we don't have a choice?  I can't help but love and protect my daughter--but what if my urges did not lean toward nurturing?  What if I had looked at my daughter last August and felt nothing but contempt?  What if I had only seen a burden, an inconvenience?  I experienced a change that day as I was lying in the delivery room.  But what if I hadn't?

I can't even fathom harming my daughter under any circumstance, so I can't help but wonder why these women seemed to harm their children so easily.

What determines which of us will be mothers and which will be murderers?

6 comments:

PeggyLee Hanson said...

The love for my children was instantaneous the moment I learned they were inside me.

Fantastic post written with compassion and questions that may go unanswered.

Ame said...

I don't have children, and don't really think I want any (except maybe older ones we'll adopt). My own mother was completely psychotic and does not love me (she told me many times she should have had an abortion). Obviously, I don't speak to her.

My husband's mother abandoned him when he was a year or 3 old, leaving his father and him to wander homeless for some time. I don't have any respect for her either.

In both cases, though, I guess it was better than outright killing us. But yes, I totally understand where these women are coming from. Because I lived with it (to a certain degree) every day of my life for many years.

http://www.ametarot.blogspot.com

Nancy Falconi said...

Congratulations on your new daughter, I have 2 daughters and the love I feel for them is very strong. I also know that being a mother is difficult and exhausting at times, and some people are not whole enough to be responsible for another life. It is so sad to see so often.

gina said...

Wow Amber, this was a hard hitting post and one i used to worry about so much when my child was a baby. I worried if it could happen to me, but I learned if you feel unconditional love for your child you can only do good by them. I find the only way I can cope with the horror of these womens killings is to block them out and concentrate on the love I have for my son.

Anonymous said...

Just because you do not have an instantaneous connection to your newborn does not mean you're at risk for murdering them!! In fact, with the mothers I have spoken with it has been more common to feel some ambivalence toward this new creature. It says nothing about whether you love your child or whether you'll be a great mother. More often it says a lot about the experience of childbirth, the hormones, the huge change of life etc. I had almost none of the feelings you experienced immediately and yet I love my son more than anything else in this world. I think we should give women a break. It's okay to feel a bit uncertain at first, or maybe sad or even regretful. More often than not, those feelings change. I think it's unrealistic to think that we all magically fall in love with our children at the moment of birth. For some of us it takes more time and it says NOTHING about how we are as mothers.

A Mom, Too said...

To the previous commenter,

It seems you missed the point or only read part of the post. Here are direct quotes from this blog about your issues you have with it:

"There are several types of the changes that (should) take place when you become a mom. These changes take place constantly, even daily."

"But the most significant change for ME (emphasis added) actually took place before I ever brought Amelia home."

"As I've said in other posts, I can only speak for myself, not for other mothers. I know that these feelings are in no way unique to me, but do other women feel them instantaneously as I did? Do the feelings often need time to develop? And what happens when these feelings don't develop at all? When a woman looks at her child and doesn't think, "I would give my life for him." When a woman loves herself more than her baby? When she sees the changes that accompany motherhood as roadblocks for her own life? Is this life-altering change something we control? Can we force motherly instincts and devotion?"

"So I ask once more: what happened? Did these women ever experience "the change," the total transformation of motherhood? At one point, did they feel the same as I do about my little girl? Somewhere along the way, did these women all malfunction (for lack of better word)?"

"Which brings me back to a question that haunts me sometimes when my mind tries to rest. What if we don't have a choice? I can't help but love and protect my daughter--but what if my urges did not lean toward nurturing? What if I had looked at my daughter last August and felt nothing but contempt? What if I had only seen a burden, an inconvenience? I experienced a change that day as I was lying in the delivery room. But what if I hadn't? I can't even fathom harming my daughter under any circumstance, so I can't help but wonder why these women seemed to harm their children so easily. What determines which of us will be mothers and which will be murderers?"


This wasn't about how everyone should instantaneously love their baby. It was about the women who NEVER feel that love and devotion that the writer (and you and I) feel for our children. Whether you bond with your child the moment you give birth or months down the road isn't the question. The question seems to be why do some women NOT bond. The name of the post was "When the Change Doesn't Happen." It wasn't "Why Didn't You Bond with Your Child Immediately?"