Who Is Baby Noah?

The body of this post was written in early 2015 for a media outlet requesting a spiel about baby Noah, then reposted on my main website (www.jackiem.com.au) with the following intro >>

Some of you have followed Noah’s story since Day One but many others don’t know about him (as evidenced by the regularity with which I get asked when I’ll open another restaurant – FYI I quit my restaurant because of his illness).

The following is written in the third person but by me (I like when people ask whether I write my own content because it presupposes that I can actually afford writers).

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Born in May 2012 with Down Syndrome, non-immune hydrops, AVSD and duodenal atresia, Noah spent the first 7 months of his life in NICU (neonatal ICU) and PICU (pediatric ICU) at Sydney’s Westmead Children’s Hospital.

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Against all odds, Noah recovered from a prolonged bout with hydrops fetalis – a rare condition with no fixed cure that according to the doctors was not survivable for Down Syndrome babies.

During his time in the ICU Noah also underwent a lifesaving bowel surgery and two open heart surgeries along with a number of other exploratory procedures.

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Noah’s condition improved gradually and in November 2012, his mom raised the possibility with his doctors, of having him home by Christmas.

Because of his stormy and complex medical history, there were numerous medical teams looking after different aspects of his care.

Confronted with this request from Noah’s mom, all the medical teams rallied together and coordinated their efforts to help Noah meet the milestones required for him to be discharged.

One week before Christmas 2012, Noah was finally considered stable enough and he made it home from Westmead after spending his first 217 days in hospital.

Video of Baby Noah’s Homecoming >>

Today, Noah can often be seen in his portable cot at places where his mom runs her Malaysian food business, winning the hearts of customers and passers-by with his jovial and happy demeanour.

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His mom, Jackie M, has made it her mission to help raise awareness of Down Syndrome and to provide inspiration and moral support to others and in particular to single parents through Noah’s story.

 

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Noah’s Schedule

I don’t like playing the pity card about what it’s like to be a single parent raising a special needs kid.

Please don’t take this as an attempt to elicit sympathy; this is to show those who doubt my parenting obligations that in fact, Noah is anything but neglected.

This is Noah’s typical schedule –

Mondays & Tuesdays – 2 full days at Bronte Early Education Centre with dedicated support worker.

Wednesdays – Fortnightly visits from a special needs keyworker to assess and plan Noah’s ongoing developmental needs. Special needs playgroup from 10-12 if we have no other plans for the day.

Thursdays & Fridays – 2 full days of preschool in a supported environment with in-house speech therapist, child psychologist and occupational therapist. 

Fridays – Fortnightly speech therapy

Sundays – Church & Creche/Sunday School

This is in addition to revolving door hospital appointments and diagnostic assessments covering all aspects of his medical and developmental needs –

  • cardiologist
  • pediatrician
  • GP
  • sleep specialist
  • hearing tests, eyesight tests, physical therapy, dental work, IQ tests etc.

Noah starts kindergarten at a special needs school next year. His opportunity to experience the world outside the coccoon of special needs therapy is going to lessen significantly once that happens.

I don’t just bring him along to the markets because special needs childcare is expensive and hard to come by (which it is).

I do it also so that he has the opportunity to experience the real world, remain integrated in society, interact with the general public, and observe mommy at work.  Most importantly, he thrives at the market, as you can see from the photos I’ve posted here and on Instagram.

Noah thinks he lives a fabulous life. He thinks he is a little prince and the world is his oyster.  Why would anyone presume to know otherwise?

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Enough Is Enough

On 28 September 2017, two police officers showed up at my weekly Concord Hospital market stall and told me that someone had filed a report about my Down Syndrome child being with me at work.

This was not the first time some anonymous member of the public had lodged a complaint about Noah’s presence at my stall; two years previously, I hit the news when another anonymous campaigner launched a petition to remove him from another market where I had operated for 14 years. I subsequently quit that stall, which leaves me with Concord Hospital Market as the one last remaining weekly event where I earn an income from selling Malaysian food.

At Concord Hospital, around this time last year, a woman came up and yelled at me for “child abuse” and said that she was going to report me to the authorities. I filmed our interaction and ended up being invited on television to talk about it.

Every time I post about this on social media, the average person is perplexed about what the problem is. What’s wrong with a child staying with his mom at work? Why do people get so worked up about it? On what basis would they be lodging their complaint? Some people probably assume I’m doing something wrong to get this kind of attention.

In fact when the story came out on the front page of The Daily Mail 2 years ago, some of the commenters suggested this was a publicity stunt by me looking for my 15 minutes of fame. Others are indignant that I would think I’m entitled to bring my kid to work when they don’t have that privilege (this one always stumps me because it’s so obvious – the difference between my situation and theirs is that I’m my own boss).

The fact is, efforts to thwart my integration of my child with my business have been taking place in more subtle forms since way before these incidents. I understand from my fellow stallholders that people gripe to them about Noah’s presence at the markets. They wonder why I’m not home looking after him or why he’s not in childcare. As if he’s better off with strangers for 8 hours than with his mom in an environment he absolutely loves.

Except for the one woman last year who yelled at me, nobody has had the wherewithal to confront me directly.

Throughout all these years, I’ve tried to address this issue with some level of restraint and diplomacy. I’ve tried to assume these people’s motives are pure but misguided. I’ve suggested it’s probably a cultural issue; that some Westerners find the idea of kids in a work environment to be offensive and an example of poor parenting. I’ve figured in their lack of understanding of my child’s disability, they assume he’s not getting the stimulation he needs to thrive.

My frustration stems from these people’s refusal to engage me respectfully to find out my story. They hide behind a wall of anonymity so I never really know the real motivations behind their actions. I decided to provoke a conversation, so I put up this sign the following week at my stall. Halfway through the day, I was told by the market organisers to pull down the sign based on a complaint by someone at the hospital.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I’m done with diplomacy and I’m done with being a sitting duck for malicious anonymous campaigners.

When I quit my other market stall 2 years ago, one person who had experienced disability discrimination in her own life posted on my Facebook page. She begged me to stay and fight. She said that I have a voice and that I need to use it to speak out for those who don’t. She’s right. This website may be about my baby Noah and our story, but I hope it helps other people out there who are or will be facing these kinds of obstacles in their own lives.

Let’s do this.

Sign the petition >> https://www.change.org/p/concord-hospital-support-baby-noah-s-right-to-stay-with-jackie-m-at-the-markets