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What its like to be a XXY kid

I am writing this from a mothers perspective, my son Noah is aged 5 and is a xxy kid. What its like to be a 47xxy kidWhen Noah was 2 weeks old we nearly lost him. His tiny wee body was starting to shut down. He was exhausted, and as I held his wee hand, I prayed and begged for him to hold on. We took Noah into the hospital in the morning as we thought he had some sort of bug, or severe reflux. He was starting to vomit up his feeds, and was sleepy all of the time. We never knew that the morning would be the start of our long journey ahead.  When we got to hospital, the nurse checked out Noah’s heart rate and just like that, our wee boy was whisked away from us and rushed straight into NICU. All of a sudden there were what felt like hundreds of doctors and nurses surrounding my son. Tubes, needles, machines, and you could feel the panic in the air. Noah’s organs were enlarged and starting to shut down. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye, and thankfully, neither was he. After a week long stay in hospital with approx. 50 blood tests behind us, we got the diagnosis that Noah has SVT. His heart rate gets up to 300bpm. Armed with medicine that he needed twice a day, a stethoscope and CPR training we were sent home. We thought this was the end to his story but we were wrong. About a month later we saw the cardiologist for a check up and were told one of Noah’s tests came back that he is also a xxy kid. I asked what that meant and he said it was to do with chromosomes but that wasn’t his field so he referred us to a geneticist who would be able to answer our questions. Of course this meant I went on Google and spent hours every day, reading everything I could about what a xxy kid meant. It was not nice reading at all. Reading stories of men who wish they had been aborted, of men who struggled their whole lives, who always felt like outsiders and that there was something ‘wrong’ with them but they didn’t know what. What its like to be a 47xxy kid I read that my son would have learning difficulties, that he may have adhd or autism, that he will develop breasts, that he will be socially awkward, misunderstood, and the worst part..that he would never be a dad. I remember looking at my beautiful baby and crying, the guilt I had was so heavy. What had I done wrong as a mother to cause this on him? Would he grow up to hate me? To wish he was dead?  I spent months and months on the internet reading about what it meant to be a xxy kid. It consumed me.  I had so much shame. Not of my beautiful boy, but of myself. This must have been my fault. I found a Facebook page for xxy kid variations and added myself to that. A beautiful soul messaged me from that page and I will never forget her kind words. She basically told me I cant beat myself up over this. That ANY child can be born and be chromosomal ‘normal’ yet still have struggles. Many people these days struggle with infertility. But modern medicine is improving all the time.  These men who felt bitter were like that because back when they were diagnosed they didn’t have the help we now have.  She also shared stories about her xxy kid, and told me how well he was doing. Thats the sort of story I needed. I decided to stop sulking around and to cherish my little Noah. To be thankful for the unique but special gift he is. I stopped looking at him as his diagnosis and instead saw him as ‘Noah’…fearfully and wonderfully made. Noah is now 5, he’s at school. He has made friends, and even has a best friend who he adores. Noah is so kind, loving, extremely cheeky, stubborn, bossy (I blame this on the fact he’s a sibling of three and is the youngest haha), has a love of reading, an inquisitive mind and is just an all over sweetheart. What its like to be a 47xxy kid He met all his milestones on time, he has not needed any intervention and he talks, non stop. I don’t even look at him and think of him being different or a xxy kid. He is who he is. He is loved, by so many. I am so thankful for his life, thankful for modern medicine, thankful for amazing men he can look up to in life like Ryan and Sam, thankful for my family who don’t treat him any differently, but most of all just thankful for him. For the joy he brings into my life. For the cuddles, for the kisses, for the laughter. If you are a mum reading this, and maybe you have just been told about your son being an xxy kid, I just want to show you that life isn’t that bad after a Klinefelter diagnosis. There is hope. Don’t jump onto Google and waste all that time researching like I did. Simply take each day as it comes, and know that you are never alone. From Melody – Noah’s mum Valuable Resources Klinefelter syndrome New Zealand

6 thoughts on “What its like to be a XXY kid

  1. I’m so happy I read this. What a beautiful son you have. And how blessed you are! It’s so wonderful to me. Our son is just under 3 months old and I am so in love with him. You and Ryan have provided me with so much hope for our future. Thank you for sharing your world.

  2. I’m glad to read stories like this. Our boy is just over 3 months and is such a happy little bubba, we were lucky to have an amazing geneticist that put our mind at ease but it’s also good to hear from those going through it x

  3. Thank you for sharing your story. I’m a newly diagnosed mom and my son in utero has 47, XXY. The last few weeks have been filled with fear. Your story gives me so much hope. Thank you again!

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