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9/11/01: The Day I Became a Mother

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On the terrible day of September 11, 2001, one woman learned how motherhood changes everything.

yvette and daughter christiana

Yvette Manessis Corporon:My daughter was born on May 6, 2001, at Lenox Hill Hospital on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. After nine hours of labor and 50 minutes of pushing (thank goodness for ample Greek hips and whoever invented the epidural), Christiana made her grand entrance into the world. My husband Dave beamed with love and pride as he took our freshly swaddled baby and placed her in my arms. Bursting with emotion, I looked down at her little pink face and couldn't believe how lucky I was to be holding this perfect little baby girl in my arms.

But that's not the day I became a mother.

On September 11, 2001, Christiana was 4 months old and I was still enjoying an extended maternity leave from my life as a news producer for WCBS in New York. Dave, a cameraman for FOX 5 in New York, called me as I was feeding our Christiana and told me what had happened less than a mile away, just across the river from our apartment -- where our beautiful baby sat in her bouncy seat playing with her stuffed bear.

I grabbed Christiana and put her in her floppy, white eyelet hat -- it was a gloriously sunny morning and I didn't want her to get a sunburn. We headed to the roof deck of our apartment and there I stood, with my baby in my arms, watching as the North Tower of the World Trade Center burned. The gaping hole was huge, the smoke and fire horrendous, and I knew that Dave was either down there already or on his way to cover this catastrophic accident. That's what we all thought it was -- it had to be an accident, right?

I watched the smoke fill the air, praying and wondering what it must be like for those poor people trapped inside the burning building. I thought about how terrifying it must be for those down on the ground, knowing Dave must be there by now. I was amazed that -- in the midst of this horrific scene -- the sky around the tower flickered and twinkled with what looked like little shiny bits of confetti. I imagined they were the pulverized remnants of the coating that reflected the sunset on the towers every evening. This was the same coating that made the gleaming towers look like two exquisite works of art. They made my evening runs magical as I marveled at them, huffing and puffing across the Brooklyn Bridge every night in my attempt to finally lose the baby weight.

I stood on the deck with Christiana in my arms and watched. I watched as a gray plane came into view from the tip of New Jersey. I watched as it looped down around the Statue of Liberty and turned north. I watched as it headed toward the towers, and I silently thanked God. It must be a rescue plane, I thought. They're going to rescue people from the roof, above the fire. They're going to douse the flames so more people can get out.

But of course, I was wrong.

See Dave's gripping original 9/11 footage below, shot minutes after the first tower was hit:

Squeezing Christiana tighter, I watched as the plane continued heading north. It was low and it was fast. And as I stood there watching it, everything changed. In that moment, I realized that this plane was not there to help. In that moment, I realized that this was not an accident. "It's not helping, it's not helping,"I repeated again and again, out loud. But there was no one to hear me -- no one but Christiana. Holding my beautiful, innocent baby in my arms, I watched as the second plane slammed into the South Tower of the World Trade Center.

And then, in that moment, I finally became a mother.

As the world changed around us right in front of my eyes, I finally understood what it was to be a mother. I wanted to sink to my knees and cry and scream like all the screams I heard coming from the streets and homes of my neighborhood, from my neighbors and friends. But I couldn't afford the luxury of all that emotion, of all that precious time wasted. I was a mother, and I had a baby to protect and keep safe -- and that's all that mattered.

What was on those planes? What if they had chemical weapons on them? That was all I could think of as I raced back down to my apartment. I was terrified that there might be more planes coming, terrified that my baby would breathe poisoned air. I put Christiana back in her bouncy seat and closed all the windows. I placed towels under each and every door and window sash, and I prayed I was wrong for the second time that morning.

I had stopped nursing just two days before. I never did produce enough milk, and breastfeeding for me was an endless, frustrating cycle of nursing, supplementing and pumping in order to stimulate more milk. After an exhausting and difficult four months, I had finally decided to stop. But now, everything was different. I didn't know if and when it would ever be safe to go outside, if stores would be open or if I would ever even be able to buy formula again. I needed to feed my baby, to make sure she had enough to eat. It was up to me to keep her safe, to sustain her and keep her well-fed. It was up to me to keep her happy, to play peek-a-boo, sing to her and elicit smiles and giggles, when all Iwanted to do was curl up in a fetal position and cry. But there was no time for that, because I was, after all, Christiana's mother. I began nursing again as I watched both towers burning on television.

As I was nursing, Dave called. He was now at the base of the flaming towers, looking up at them. "Don't worry," he said. "They got the second tower, what more can they do? The worst is over." Unfortunately, Dave was wrong, too. "Take care of our baby," he said before hanging up. Of course I would -- that was my job. I was her mother.And just as I would do my job of taking care of Christiana, I knew Dave would do his. To know my husband is to know he is an incredible photojournalist. I knew he would be capturing history, that he would be right there, under and inside the Twin Towers alongside the firefighters as they did their job. I just wanted him to be safe in the process.

As Christiana played on the floor, I went to her bedroom to get a diaper. I walked back into the living room and stared at the television. The picture had changed; what I now saw on the screen didn't make any sense. I didn't understand what I was watching. And then everything changed again. The South Tower had collapsed. I knew Dave was there. I sank to my knees. In my mind, I was now a mother and a widow as well.

Thankfully, I was wrong again. Dave was finally able to call home about an hour after the second tower had collapsed. He's lucky he survived -- and for a while, he didn't think he would. After assuring me he was all right, he hung up and went back to work, again telling me to take care of our baby. Dave has always been the guy you want next to you in a breaking-news situation. He's fearless and smart and will always get his shot. This news story began no differently, but it ended like no other.

By now, everyone has seen the iconic footage of 9/11, which has been played around the world. The cameraman stands his ground, shooting toward the flaming towers while hundreds of people race past him. The cameraman pans up to catch the tornado cloud from the collapsing tower kicking over a building and barreling down the street toward him. People are now flooding past him, running for their lives, but he stands there and keeps shooting. Finally, he turns to run away himself, the camera still rolling as the debris cloud closes in on him, coming at him from every direction. There's no escape. It finally overtakes him. Sound becomes muffled, and the camera goes dark.

Millions of people around the world have seen that footage and wondered what happened to that cameraman. Did he make it out? Did that footage cost him his life? That cameraman is my husband, the father of my children, my Dave. As everything turned black around him, the debris filling his lungs, he thought of me and our little baby back home, across the river in Brooklyn. He thought that was it -- that he would die there on Broadway, like the ash-covered victims of Pompeii we had seen on our honeymoon. What have I done? I've stayed too long, he thought. He feared he would never hold our baby again, never see her wobble her first steps, never walk her down the aisle at her wedding. But thankfully, that was not to be the case. To those who wondered what happened to that cameraman: Not only did he make it out alive, he also made it out a father.

Every single one of us has a story about that day -- how we survived, mourned, came together and came away different. But as different as our stories are, that day made so many of us realize the same thing: Giving birth doesn't make a woman a mother. Having a child doesn't make a person a parent. It's that one defining moment in our lives -- whether it be facing a health crisis, a catastrophic event like 9/11or even a menacing bully on a playground -- that makes us understand what it means to be a mother or a father. You become a parent when you realize that nothing matters more than the safety and happiness of your child.

September 11, 2001, changed all of us. How could it not? But it's also the day countless women everywhere finally realized what it truly means to be a mother. And I'm just one of them.

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Nicole Brady September 11, 2010, 8:58 AM

Thank you for sharing your story - it’s sad yet beautiful at the same time. Please say thank you to your husband for capturing it on video so the rest of us who didn’t see it first hand never forget how horrible it really was.

Angela Toller September 11, 2010, 10:30 AM


I just wanted to share with you how overcome with emotion I was reading your post. I have not yet been able to birth children of my own. I am desperate to do so, especially having lost a baby before I ever had the chance to hold him. I do however have two step-daughters, one of which lives with her biological mother in Utah, the other lives with me & my husband full-time in Montana. They are my children regardless of who delivered them. I’ve always felt that way in my heart but sometimes it’s hard to really feel like a “real mom” in our situation! My daughter has always, on her own, called me mommy, which just makes my heart melt! Sadly, until reading your post I don’t think I ever really understood the impact of being a mom! I mean, I have always known that our children come first & have always been glad to put them & their needs ahead of my own! We’ve always had rules & boundaries. We’ve always taught them important moral & humanitarian lessons, the importance of using good manners, being respectful & having self confidence, being honest, trust worthy & true to one’s self as well as all of the things that were passed down from our families to us when we were growing up. But this morning as I sat in my entry way reading your post on twitter & preparing for my day I finally got it! I finally understand that motherhood is nothing to do with bilology! It’s not based on who created or delivered those tiny helpless lives! It’s based on who protects them, cares for them & teaches them all of lifes fundamental responsibilities!
I’ve always known I would die for my children but it was not until reading your account of the tragic 911 events from nine years ago that it finally came full circle for me!
Thank you so much for sharing your story with all of us moms in the world! You have changed my life forever and for that I will be forever grateful!
Wishing you & your family a long beautiful life!

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