“Isso deveria ser ilegal”: Homem criticado por engravidar mulher deficiente e agora seu bebê é “perfeito”
- Noah e Alex são um casal com deficiências.
- O relacionamento deles recebeu muitos comentários negativos, com pessoas pensando que Noah tinha um “fetiche por deficiência”.
- Elas anunciaram a gravidez e enfrentaram ainda mais reações negativas.
- Alex e Noah deram as boas-vindas a uma linda e saudável menina.
Alex e Noah são um casal que desafia as probabilidades e quebra limites graças ao seu amor. Alex é uma mulher deficiente; ela tem uma doença rara chamada atrofia muscular espinhal, que afeta todos os aspectos de sua vida diária.
O casal se conheceu no site de namoro Bumble e se deram bem desde o primeiro encontro. Mais de um ano depois, eles ainda estavam firmes.
Após sete meses de namoro, eles anunciaram que estavam esperando o primeiro filho juntos. No entanto, Alex admitiu que a gravidez não foi fácil porque ela teve que parar o tratamento, o que significou que Noah se tornou seu cuidador em tempo integral.
Quando ela está sob medicação, ela é mais independente fisicamente. No entanto, com limites claros, o casal encontrou uma boa rotina.
Relembrando os primeiros dias de namoro, Alex e Noah confessaram que suas famílias estavam céticas sobre o relacionamento.
A família de Alex não aprovou Noah imediatamente por causa de seu histórico de dependência de drogas. Ele tinha ido para a reabilitação três vezes, mas acredita que a terceira vez o ajudou a controlar sua condição.
Por outro lado, a família de Noah teve dificuldade em entender que ela estava namorando uma pessoa com deficiência, mas quanto mais tempo Alex passava com eles, mais eles se solidarizavam com ela.
Por que o casal foi criticado?
Embora ambas as famílias tenham aprendido a apoiar o casal, eles ainda recebem muitos olhares, “quase a ponto de as pessoas quebrarem seus pescoços”, diz Noah .
Os olhares constantes deixam Noah desconfortável, enquanto Alex não se incomoda com eles. Ela explicou que, tendo vivido a vida inteira com uma deficiência, ela se acostumou com as pessoas olhando para ela daquele jeito.
Além dos olhares que recebiam em público, o relacionamento de Alex e Noah sempre foi alvo de escrutínio nas redes sociais. As pessoas acreditavam que ele tinha um “fetiche por deficiência”, presumindo que sua atração física e sexual pela namorada não era real.
Mas o anúncio de sua gravidez gerou mais críticas. Durante sua entrevista com “Love Don’t Judge”, o casal compartilhou imagens de sua reação ao teste de gravidez positivo.
No vídeo, Alex tinha três testes positivos alinhados. No começo, foi uma mistura de emoções para a futura mamãe, pois não foi planejado.
Noah admitiu que ambos estavam animados e nervosos. Parte da preocupação era devido ao parto de Alex. Ele explicou que ela seria intubada, o que era arriscado para alguém com sua condição. No entanto, ele estava confiante de que a equipe médica garantiria que ela desse à luz um bebê saudável.
O casal também recebeu presentes de seus apoiadores, um dos quais foi uma caixa de mamadeiras adequadas para pessoas com atrofia muscular espinhal, o que significa que são leves o suficiente para Alex segurar e alimentar seu filho.
Alex já tinha presença nas redes sociais, onde compartilhava vários momentos de sua vida, então compartilhar sua gravidez com seus seguidores foi emocionante.
Mas antes do primeiro ultrassom, o casal começou a receber comentários negativos. Várias pessoas anteciparam o ultrassom e expressaram suas suspeitas de que a gravidez era falsa.
Então, quando eles foram para o primeiro ultrassom, o casal sentiu que tinha que provar sua veracidade para o mundo. Esses comentários negativos começaram a aparecer quando um dos vídeos deles viralizou.
Alex e Noah se vestiram de operários da construção civil para o Halloween e seguraram uma placa que dizia “em construção”. Usuários do TikTok imediatamente atacaram o casal, com alguns dizendo para eles “abortarem o bebê” porque “ele pode ter sua doença”, dizia outro comentário .
A futura mamãe confessou que foi o maior ódio que ela já recebeu nas redes sociais, o que ela achou mentalmente exaustivo. As pessoas se perguntavam o que Alex faria se seu namorado a deixasse, e outras descaradamente disseram que sua gravidez deveria ser “ilegal”, duvidando de sua capacidade de cuidar de seu futuro filho.
Mas o ódio que Alex e Noah receberam não os impediu de seguir em frente. O casal estava animado com seu próximo capítulo como uma família de três e queria que sua história de amor mostrasse os muitos relacionamentos diferentes que existem.
Como qualquer outro casal, Alex e Noah deixaram claro que merecem ser amados e começar uma família. É por isso que, para aqueles que não acreditavam neles, Alex disse : “Não vamos a lugar nenhum.”
Como é o bebê do casal?
Vinte e quatro horas antes do nascimento do bebê, Alex atualizou seus fãs. Ela compartilhou uma colagem tocante de sua gravidez e expressou o quão abençoada se sentia por ter criado uma vida com o amor de sua vida.
A personalidade da mídia social também informou aos fãs que daria uma atualização assim que estivesse em seu quarto de UTI. Conforme prometido, Alex anunciou a chegada de sua preciosa menina, Ari Jacqueline Smith, nascida em 6 de março de 2023, com 34 semanas e dois dias.
Comentários sobre a filha de Alex Dacy | Foto: Instagram.com/wheelchair_rapunzel
Comentários sobre a filha de Alex Dacy | Foto: Instagram.com/wheelchair_rapunzel
Segurar sua filha pela primeira vez foi emocionante e um sentimento que Alex disse ser indescritível. Ele compartilhou um vídeo de Ari em seus braços enquanto ele se sentava e aproveitava o momento com os olhos fechados. “Eu amo esse pequeno humano com todo o meu coração”, ele expressou .
Comentários sobre a filha de Alex Dacy | Foto: Instagram.com/wheelchair_rapunzel
Comentários sobre a filha de Alex Dacy | Foto: Instagram.com/wheelchair_rapunzel
Depois de passar três semanas na UTI, a mãe compartilhou outro vídeo especial dela e Noah trazendo a filha para casa pela primeira vez.
A chegada de Ari foi recebida com muito amor pelos usuários do Instagram. “Ela é tão perfeita”, escreveu um seguidor, e ainda mais usuários acharam o bebê precioso.
Fãs disseram para Alex aproveitar a fase de recém-nascida porque ela passa rápido, e outro a parabenizou e disse que uma filha é a melhor amiga de uma mãe. Mas, acima de tudo, as pessoas não conseguiam parar de elogiar a garotinha por quão perfeita e linda ela era.
Desde a chegada da filha, Alex compartilhou fotos adoráveis de Ari nos braços do pai e outro momento terno do vínculo entre o bebê e o cachorro .
O casal comemorou a primeira Páscoa da filha com uma sessão de fotos em família. Eles vestiram Ari com um vestido branco e uma faixa floral combinando em volta da cabeça.
Alex usou um vestido branco e posou com a filha nos braços; Noah também manteve o tema branco enquanto segurava Ari cuidadosamente em seus braços.
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I Kept Returning to the Same Café and Tipping $50 Each Time for a Reason the Waitress Couldn’t Imagine
For years, I drove two hours every Friday to visit a small suburban café, leaving unusually large tips for one particular waitress. What she didn’t know was that I carried a life-changing secret in my purse. I just wished I could find the courage to share it.
The Friday evening traffic crawled along the interstate as I made my way out of downtown. My colleagues at the law firm thought I was crazy to drive two hours just for dinner at some suburban café, but they didn’t understand. I didn’t go for the coffee or the sandwiches. I went to see her.
Woman in her 30s driving on a rainy road | Source: Midjourney
The café sat on a quiet corner, its red-brick exterior softened by white trim. It also had a white awning and window boxes full of purple petunias. The bell above the door chimed as I pushed it open, and the familiar scent of coffee and fresh-baked pie made me feel at home.
She looked up when I walked in—the waitress with kind eyes and silver-streaked hair. Her name tag read “Martha,” but I’d known that long before I ever set foot in this place.
Woman in her 50s wearing a waitress uniform in a café with a kind smile | Source: Midjourney
Every time I saw her, I thought about what I held in my purse. And yet, I never knew if I would be brave enough to show it to her that day.
“Welcome back, hon,” she said, already reaching for the coffee pot. “Your usual spot?”
I nodded, sliding into my regular booth by the window. The vinyl seats squeaked beneath me, and the tabletop showed years of wear under its polished surface.
Woman in her 30s sitting in the booth of a café looking expectant | Source: Midjourney
Martha set down a mug of black coffee and pulled out her order pad, though we both knew what I wanted. “Apple pie and an espresso?” she asked, her pen hovering over the paper.
“Yes, please.”
Her smile carried a warmth that made my chest ache. Did she ever wonder about me? Did she even remember me?
The truth sat heavy in my purse, wrapped in a manila envelope that was starting to show wear from months of being carried back and forth. Inside were the documents from the adoption agency, the ones that had turned my world upside down just a few months ago.
Woman in her 30s sitting in the booth of a café holding a purse and looking worried | Source: Midjourney
I still remember the day I finally confronted my adoptive parents about my past. Mother had been arranging flowers in their living room, each stem placed with surgical precision.
“We gave you everything,” she’d said, not bothering to look up from her roses. “The best schools, the finest opportunities. Why isn’t that enough?”
“Because it’s not about things, Mother. It’s about knowing who I am.”
Woman in her 30s looking upset while her mother stands in the background with her arms crossed in an expensive foyer | Source: Midjourney
“You’re one of us,” Father had interjected from behind his iPad. “That’s who you are. But if you insist on pursuing this… project, contact the agency yourself. We won’t stand in your way.”
His tone made it clear they wouldn’t help, either. After 38 years, I should have expected nothing less. My adoptive family had always treated emotions like unwelcome houseguests.
Luckily, I didn’t have trouble contacting the agency, and their response arrived faster than I’d expected. As I read through the documents in my condo, pieces of my past clicked into place.
Woman in her 30s sitting on a couch in the living room of a condo reading documents and looking surprised | Source: Midjourney
My birth mother had died bringing me into the world. My birth father had been too overwhelmed by grief and responsibility, so he had walked away. And then there was Martha—my foster mother for two precious years.
She was the one spot of warmth I remembered from my entire childhood. Unfortunately, her husband’s cancer diagnosis forced them to make an impossible choice.
Martha returned with my pie, setting it down with the same care she always showed. “Anything else you need, sweetie?”
Woman in her 50s wearing a waitress uniform in a café smiling and holding a notepad | Source: Midjourney
I opened my mouth, willing the words to come. The envelope pressed against my ribs through my purse. Just tell her, I thought. Just reach in, pull it out, and tell her.
Instead, I shook my head and smiled weakly. “No, thank you.”
She lingered a moment longer than usual, and I wondered if she sensed something. Did she see how my hands shook slightly as I picked up my fork?
Woman in her 50s wearing a waitress uniform in a café frowning and lingering by a booth | Source: Midjourney
If she did, she said nothing and went to another table while I started eating my pie. When I finished, I left my usual $50 tip on the table. It was excessive for coffee and pie, but how do you put a price on lost time?
Maybe I also left so much because I felt guilty for not being brave enough to tell her who I was today, either. Why was it that I could face the most intimidating lawyers in court without sweating, but this part of my past had me acting like a little girl?
I was disappointed in myself, so I stood. Next Friday, I’ll do it for sure, I promised.
Woman in her 30s with a brown leather purse looking disappointed standing by a booth in a café | Source: Midjourney
Rain had started to fall heavily outside. I fumbled with my umbrella, almost dropping my keys on my way to my car.
“Hey, you!”
I froze, my keys hovering near the car door lock.
“Why are you doing this?!”
I turned to see Martha standing a few feet away, still in her work apron. She held up the money I’d given her.
Woman in her 50s wearing a waitress uniform holding money in one hand and looking concerned outside a red-bricked café | Source: Midjourney
“Every week, you come in,” she continued, taking a step closer. “You sit quietly, leave these large tips, and disappear. Why?”
My heart pounded so hard I thought it might break through my ribs. This was the moment I’d both longed for and dreaded. Yet, I knew I had to take this chance.
“I… I have something for you.” My voice sounded strange to my own ears as I reached into my purse with trembling fingers.
The envelope was slightly bent at the corners now.
Woman’s hand handing over an envelope in a rainy parking lot | Source: Midjourney
“Could you please read this?” I asked, holding it out. “When you have a moment?”
Martha took it slowly, confusion drawing her brows together. “What is this about?”
“It’s about me,” I whispered. “About us.”
She opened it right there, heedless of the rain. I watched her face as she read and saw the moment recognition dawned. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she stumbled backward.
Woman in her 50s wearing a waitress uniform holding a manila envelope and looking shocked while standing outside a red-bricked café in the rain | Source: Midjourney
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Sarah? My little Sarah?”
I nodded, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Yeah…”
We just looked at one another for an infinite moment.
“Oh, sweetie. I see from these documents that you must have figured out what happened. But you have to understand that John… my husband, your foster father… he got so sick,” she said finally. “The bills kept piling up. This couple came along. They were so wealthy. They could give you everything we couldn’t.”
“I understand perfectly,” I said softly, and I did. I knew they did what they thought was best for me. She didn’t need to explain herself. “What happened to John?”
Woman in her 30s talking to a woman in her 50s in a rainy parking lot outside a red-bricked café | Source: Midjourney
“Cancer took him three years after you were adopted…” She swallowed hard. “He loved you so much, Sarah. We both did. Every day since we let you go, I’ve wondered if we made the right choice.”
“I have… fragments of memories,” I admitted. “Someone reading ‘Goodnight Moon.’ The smell of cookies baking. A man’s laugh. Me calling you Momma. I always told myself I was making it up.”
Martha nodded through her tears. “You wouldn’t go to sleep without that book,” she smiled. “And John would spend hours in the kitchen with you, letting you ‘help’ make cookies. You were only two, but you were so determined to do everything yourself. As soon as you could speak, you called us Momma and Papa.”
Little girl standing on a stool helping make cookies | Source: Midjourney
The rain came down harder, soaking us even more. Eager to hear more, we ran and waited below the awning in front of the café.
Martha told me about my early days, about the love that had filled their modest home. I shared stories about growing up with my adoptive parents. I was financially secure, yes, but emotionally… that was a different story.
“I contacted the agency a few months ago and started coming here,” I confessed after telling her about my current life and career. “Every time I tried to tell you, I lost my nerve.”
Woman in her 30s talking to a woman in her 50s beneath the awning of a red-bricked café | Source: Midjourney
“So you left those tips instead?” Martha’s eyes crinkled with understanding.
“It was the only way I knew how to reach out.”
Suddenly, we heard a sharp tap on the window. It was Martha’s manager, beckoning her inside. “I have to go back to work,” she told me, her eyebrows pulling down apologetically. “Will you come next Friday?”
“Actually… could we maybe do breakfast instead? Tomorrow?”
“Oh, honey,” Martha said, wrapping me into the best hug I’d ever gotten. “I would love nothing more.” When we separated, she pulled out her phone. “Here, write down my number.”
Woman in her 30s hugging a woman in her 50s, smiling and emotional, beneath the awning of a red-bricked café | Source: Midjourney
“Thank you,” I said, after putting my phone back in my pocket. “Bye, Momma.”
Martha’s hand flew to her mouth at my words. “Bye, sweetie. See you soon.”
The rain stopped as I drove back to the city, and stars peeked through breaks in the clouds.
I couldn’t wait to see her again.
Don’t get me wrong. I knew my life, despite its beginning, had been privileged; my adoptive parents had provided everything they could, paving the way for all my success. For that, I will always be grateful.
But sometimes, pure warmth and love are all a person needs. I had experienced that with Momma and Papa, and now, at least, I had her back in my life.
Woman in her 30s driving on a dark rainy road smiling brightly | Source: Midjourney
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