Why Hemophilia Isn't Stopping Us from Having More Children

Ana 2010

Soon after Matt and I got married, we agreed that we would have as many children as God gave us.  We put our faith in God, trust in Jesus and believe the Bible.  God always refers to children as a positive thing: gift, blessing, treasure, reward, inheritance, etc.  We were both uncomfortable with any form of birth control.  It just didn't seem right to us to try to prevent a possible gift, blessing, treasure, reward, or inheritance that God might have for us.

So, we were very delighted to find out we were expecting our first little blessing right before Thanksgiving, just 5 months after our wedding.  Then, we were filled with grief when we buried that sweet baby just a month later.  I have given birth to 5 healthy babies since then, and I can tell you that the pain of miscarriage is the pain of death.  The pain of birth is life, and so much easier.

Malakai, Eli, Isaiah, and Ana 2011

God filled our hearts with joy once again when we found out our little Isaiah was on the way.  We actually heard his heartbeat on our first baby's due date, an unexpected gift from God.  That day would've been very hard otherwise.  Then, after Isaiah was a year old, my womb was full again.  This time with Ana.  Isaiah got in the pool for her birth.  I caught her myself.  So priceless.  Then, our not so little Elijah came (10lbs 14oz!) less than 2 years later.  His birth was the most spiritual I've ever experienced.  It gives me chills to this day.

It was when Eli was 4 months old that we were introduced to the world of hemophilia.  He had a couple hematomas along his waistline.  Blood tests showed that he had less than 1% of factor 8, severe hemophilia A.  A few months after that, I was tested.  I thought he probably had a spontaneous mutation.  I didn't have any family history of hemophilia at all.  Well, I remember getting that call like it was yesterday.  The test came back, and I was a carrier.  My heart sank.  Was this my fault?  Could I have more children in good conscience now? What does this mean for my home births? All these questions and more weighed me down immediately.

Our family of 7 with Matt's Mom and Grandma 2011

We reexamined our original decision:  We trust that God would give us as many children as we should have, and He would give us the specific children we should have.  Had all that changed since hemophilia?  The truth was that if it had changed, then we'd never truly believed it.

So, we stuck to our plan.  A few months later, we were blessed again.  This time, birth planning was a lot different.  We chose to get an ultrasound to find out if the baby was a girl or a boy:  BOY.  Then, we started interviewing midwives.  It definitely puts a twist in the interview when you mention, "Oh, by the way, our baby has a 50% chance of having a severe bleeding disorder. . . "  It wasn't so easy finding a caregiver this time.

Then, my husband lost his job, and we moved clear across the country from California to New York where he got a new job.  Homebirth just wasn't working out this time, but we had a great midwife who had privileges at the Women's and Children's Hospital.  I insisted on a water birth to give my baby the most gentle birth I could.  They'd never had a water birth, but in the end, they approved my request.  We used our pool, and they moved the bed out to make room for it.  Malakai was born, making hospital history!  His cord blood test came back that he did not have hemophilia.

Malakai and Silas 2012

Malakai is now 2 1/2 years old, and his little brother, Silas was born last September.  Silas is 5 1/2 months old now.  We were able to have a totally awesome home birth with him, and coordinated with our new (moved again!) HTC to get the cord blood tested.  Silas does have severe hemophilia A like his older brother, Eli.  He has shown little signs of his hemophilia so far.

Matt and I are very excited to look forward to the future.  Our beautiful family is growing, and although they keep us hopping, we just love our little crowd!  If God wants us to have more children with hemophilia, then it is what is best for our family.  If not, then that's what's best.  We choose to trust Him.

Matt and I have lots of friends and family whom we highly respect that do not share our beliefs on childbearing.  We believe it is a personal choice for each couple to decide on their own.  I know that I may have lost some people when I mentioned God, but I wanted to share our heart with you, and I can't do that without mentioning God.

Anyway, isn't having any child a risk?  People who don't carry a genetic disorder are not guaranteed a perfectly "healthy" child every time.  Elijah and Silas are just as much a blessing to our family as Isaiah, Ana, and Malakai are.  I believe with all my heart that God has a special plan for each one of our children.  I believe that everything in their lives is there for that purpose, to make them exactly who they are meant to be.  No matter what happens, God always loves us and we can always trust Him.

"Carters Story" by Jenny Fawcett Ruklic

I've been a part of the hemophilia community now for 4 years.  One of the first things that impressed me was how many parents are the leaders in the hemophilia community.  One of these parents is Jenny Fawcett Ruklic.  It was a journey for her to even admit to herself that her son had a bleeding disorder, but she did.  Now she has an organization that is dedicated to raising funds for research to find a cure for hemophilia.  Recently, she posted her story, "Carter's Story", and I wanted very much to share it with you all.  Thanks, Jenny, for sharing your journey with us.  

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"Carter's Story" by Jenny Fawcett Ruklic:


Over the last few months, I have made so many friends via Facebook, and a lot have joined our Page Carter's Quest for a Cure, Mall in the Hall and Bids for Bruisers. The one thing that I think may be missing is our story. So, here is my rendition of what has inspired me to become the advocate I am for my son.

Jenny and Carter

Carter Stephan Ruklic was born June 12 2008, a beautiful 8lb boy with a beautiful head of dark brown hair.  The labour was interesting. I lost a lot of blood, and it took a really long time for the doctors to stop the bleeding, but I never thought anything of it.  I had a daughter 5 years earlier, and it was the same thing.  Everything went fairly smoothly.  We were released from the hospital the next day and sent home.  2 days later, the community nurse came by the house to do the heel prick and weight check.  All pretty routine until I thought of it later.  Carter`s heel bled for a really long time.  Again, I never thought anything of it.  The nurse took her information and left.

Carter and Cassie

The weeks went by, and I started to feel a little emotional, I think the beginnings of postpartum.  On week 4, we had an appointment to have Carter`s circumcision done.  My husband works crazy hours during the summer.  We own a landscape business.  So, he is working tons.  So, when the appointment came, I thought, "I can do this myself no biggie. . . " (Which, if I can recommend now: Take help when someone offers to go with you to this.)  The procedure was horrible, the most emotional thing I had ever had to go through.  I was crying and was so upset for seeing my son cry that way.

After the procedure was done, we went home.  I picked up my daughter from Aunties house, and we went home to spend the day in the wading pool and running through the sprinkler.  Since Carter was born, I was depressed and sad, and Cassie was missing her Mommy.  So, I thought I would spend the day with her hanging out.  Carter slept all the time anyway. Little did I know that this was the day that would change our lives forever.

When we arrived home, I went to change Carter`s diaper, only to find an entire diaper filled with blood.  I called my sister.  I hadn't gone through this.  I wasn't sure if this was normal.  She had a boy. . . She would know.  Tara told me there shouldn't be blood. . . PANIC. . .  All I could think was that the doctor ruined my son.  I called the doctor's office. He told me to go to the Children's Hospital.  I'm sure at that point he kinda knew, but nothing was said.  So, I called the husband, asked him to meet me there. Cassie, Carter, and I were on our way to change our Lives.

Jenny and Carter

We arrived at the hospital, and they took us right away.  They stitched up Carter with 2 stitches, apparently the circumcision split. . . owww, painful.  They asked us to stay for 1 hour just to see if it continued to bleed.  I was confused why would it still bleed.  Are they telling me that they don`t know what they are doing?  Anyway. . .  I sent Will back to work with Cassie.  He was in the middle of building a pond, and there was a storm coming.  So, he left, and I said I would call on my way home.  An hour later they checked and it was still bleeding.  In came the lab to take some blood work. I was so confused as to why they wouldn't let me go home. . . 

Two hours later, the blood work came back, but they are not telling me anything.  My brother in law shows up.  Roger didn't want me to be alone.  I hadn't called Will back yet, and then The doctors come back and say that there was a problem with the blood test, and they needed to run some more.  I tell them, "Fine, but what is going on?"  No one answers me.  Roger calls Will, and my husband is back with me at the hospital.

Around 7 at nite, we have been there for 5 hours. They send a lab tech in to tell us in very broken English that our son has a shortage of factor in his body.  I have no idea what he is talking about.  What is factor?  I just looked at Carter and started crying.  Keep in mind, I was still postpartum.  Finally, the hematologist comes in and tells us that Carter is a moderate hemophiliac. . . SHOCK. . .   He gives us the HTC information and tells us to come for a meeting with everyone on Wednesday, and they will be able to talk about everything and answer any questions.  I then spent the next 48 hours crying and sobbing, asking God why he would do this to Carter and our family.  I just wanted answers.

Jenny, Will, Cassie, and Carter

We went to the clinic and met the entire staff that was going to oversee Carter`s condition.  At this time we are also told that the lab made a mistake, and really Carter is a severe type A and not a moderate. . .  Do these people know what they are doing?  My blood was boiling. . .   They handed us this giant binder filled with really scary things: joint bleeds, muscle bleeds, spontaneous, what. . . , and on and on,  and a bag for the binder.  I felt like we were just given a prize for being the 100th customer.  lol

We went home, and I took the binder and bag and put it under my bed, cause as a child that is where the monsters go.  I spent the next 6 months in a state of depression.  My test came back.  I have 32% factor in my body.  It explains all the bleeding episodes as a child, and knee and ankle problems.  I also had Carter retested. . . denial.  So, 6 months went by, and I didn't want to talk about it or really acknowledge it until Carter had his first bleed:  rolled over on a toy and bruised his back right on kidney area.  So, I started to cry.  Then, all of a sudden, I stopped, looked at Carter, smiled and said, "Mom's got u".  I ran to our bedroom, and got the binder from under the bed.  The monster was looking me in the face, and I needed to help my son.  So, I took a deep breath and did what I had to: admitted that my son has hemophilia.

After that day, I have hit the ground running.  I engulfed myself with information.  We attended the society events and I even went to a women's weekend for women with bleeding disorders.  I met people and talked to everyone I knew about Hemophilia.

"Carter's Quest" Bottle Drop

2 years later, our lives have changed so much.  My son is an amazing little boy and normal.  We are joint bleed free, 2 muscle bleeds, and numerous soft tissue bleeds and head injuries.  He wears a helmet at times and knee pads.  I have managed to train in giving my son his infusions at home, no port, I find the vein 3 times out of 5.  I joined the board for the Southern Alberta Chapter of the Hemophilia Society.  We attend The Parents Empowering Parents weekend, which, if anyone has the opportunity to do, do it.  My husband and I are not anything special, but we love our kids and Carter is no exception.  Aside from the underlining condition, he is very normal.  He loves to cuddle, he loves to jump, and he gets hurt. . . 

I can`t change what we are going through, and I can`t take away the pain that Carter may go through in his life, but I can be his strength.  I can be here to tell him that he is special.  God chose us to be the ambassador to his needs.  I will do everything in my power to raise Carter and Cassie as I would any other children: with morals, strength and courage.  I am strong today because of my children and not in spite of them.

Over the last little while, I have met some extraordinary people, and I will cherish their friendship through Facebook.  I love all my hemophilia friends.  Thanks for being here to help guide my way.

Love to all. . . 

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Meet Craig Wright

Craig Wright

Over the past few months, I've been learning a lot about a man named Craig Wright.  Craig was born in August of 1953.  After he was born, he was diagnosed with severe hemophilia when he cut his lip and it wouldn't stop bleeding.  He spent a lot of time in the hospital because of his hemophilia and received gallons of blood from numerous donors.  Life for a hemophiliac was much harder back then.

Craig grew up on the family farm in Prince Albert, Saskatchewan Canada.  At a young age he expressed a desire for farming.  He was told that he should give up that dream because a life of farming would be too dangerous for a hemophiliac.  That did not stop Craig from following his dream.  He grew up to take over the family farm.  He married, and he and his beautiful wife were blessed with 3 precious children.

Craig with his family

However, the Wright's lives were turned upside down one day when 32 year old Craig learned that he had contracted AIDS from bad blood.  His daughter, Ashley recalls:  "I was quite small (maybe 5-7 years old).  I remember seeing one (commercial on HIV/AIDS) and saying, 'Hey Dad, that's you, right?' and immediately after running to my room because I thought I would be in trouble for speaking about it. We all knew, it was NOT something you brought up!"

Ashley remembers telling her best friend about her dad's condition.  "It was the middle of winter and recess time and I asked her to sit with me on a little snow hill and told her."  Her friend didn't understand the reality of the situation, but knew she was sworn to secrecy until Ashley decided to tell others.  It was three years later in 6th grade that Ashley decided to share the situation with her classmates.  She never imagined that her dad would be laid to rest before she would finish 7th grade.

Craig's daughter, Ashley with her son, Parker

As Ashley shared her memories with me, I was deeply impressed with her parents.  Ashley remembers, "They came into the school and did presentations for the class as well as the parents, and I know they had to go through a whole bunch of red tape to even think about discussing such a topic with children.  I remember being scared but yet so proud of my dad for standing in front of the class and explaining to them in children terms what was going on in his body and why.  Needless to say, the children took it better than the parents.  I distinctly remember at the parent info meeting, the parents of the children in my sister's class saying, 'We do not want your daughter playing with our children.'  How do you even respond to that?!  Being a mom now, I have no idea how they handled that without tears!"

Ashley remembers that her dad missed being in his band.  She also remembers the "countless hours and hours he spent on the phone with lawyers and conference calls as well as the many trips to the lawyer's office or the lawyer coming to the house."

Craig was driven by truth and justice.  When he was infected with a deadly virus as a result of others' mistakes, he wanted those responsible to be held accountable.  He dedicated the remainder of his life to fighting for compensation to the families affected by bad blood and holding the responsible parties accountable.  He was deeply involved on "The Krever Commission".  This commission fought for better blood screening, safety of blood products, but mostly for the compensation for the affected families of bad blood.

Craig's grandaughter, Charlie

The Globe & Mail June 1, 1996 states,

"The mandate of the Krever inquiry is twofold:

-Determine how and why more than 1,200 hemophiliacs and transfusion recipients contracted between 1980 and 1985 the virus linked to acquired immune deficiency syndrome and why another 12,000 Canadians contracted hepatitis C from blood and blood products between 1980 and 1990;

-Recommend ways to revamp the blood system so a similar disaster is not repeated."

From studying the documents that Ashley sent to me for this post, I learned how the organizations responsible for the bad blood epidemic were quite upset about the Krever commission.  They thought that the notices of "potential misconduct" should be quashed because they unfairly stigmatized them. 

In 1993, Craig was interviewed by The Leader-Post.  He stated, "The knowledge we are getting now is the governments knew in 1982 and didn't act until 1985.  The time frame is so bizarre, . . .  How do you justify not letting hemophiliacs at the grassroots level know?  How can they justify not publicly putting out a news blurb saying:  'Hemophiliacs, be careful,'?"

In the end, Craig was not completely satisfied with what the courts decided the compensation should be, but he was told that it would be another 7 years before it would make it in front of a judge again.  Since he knew he wouldn't live long enough to see it go to court again, he agreed with what would be given.

It seemed that as soon as Craig knew that his family would be provided for, his body started shutting down.  Then on May 9th, 1996 in a Saskatoon hospital, 42 year old Craig Wright passed away.

Craig's grandson, Parker

I am so inspired by the life and legacy of Craig Wright, and I am so very saddened for his life that was lost.  We can all learn from this man's example.  From the moment he learned of his hemophilia, he decided that it would not keep him down.  Craig lived his life to the fullest.  He was loved and respected by his family, friends, and even people from his local and national government.  When carelessness led to his contracting the AIDS virus, he did not roll up in a ball and sulk or give up.  He let it fan the flames in his heart.  He stood up and fought for his family and many others.  When AIDS ultimately claimed his life, many honored him.

One of the saddest parts of this story is the grandchildren who never got to meet him.  Craig's daughter, Ashley, is brokenhearted that her little ones, will never know their grandfather who was such a hero.  No, Charlie and Parker will never look into their grandfather's eyes as they grow up, ride on the tractor with him on the family farm, listen to their grandpa's singing and guitar playing, or hear his stories from his own lips.  But, I believe they will know their grandpa.  He lives in the hearts and memories of so many people.  I believe Charlie and Parker will be inspired by their very special grandpa's legacy.  Parker's blood inherited the mutated gene carrying hemophilia, but that blood has a legacy of much love, determination, and strength in it from his grandfather, Craig Wright.