I didn’t want to come here to D.C. at all. We had a choice, really. Lance didn’t have to take this position. But WE had to. All of our medical bills were drowning us (we hit our out of pocket maximum two years straight), add to that all of the other things that had made… Continue reading The Miracle.
I must admit. I was sure that there was no other father who loved his daughter more than my dad loved me. I was wrong.
I hate it when I feel like I’m totally right at being pissed off at the world, then spending the rest of the day crying about how wonderful my life is and how happy I am, then going to bed after eating my body weight in cheese only to wake up to find that I… Continue reading period.
Okay, so I’ve watched the bottom video on here probably six times today. The song has run through my head over and over and over this week. It keeps popping in. That’s when I know that I’m supposed to be learning something. So I’ll set it up. I LOVE the show Scrubs. LOVE it. Not… Continue reading My real life.
(this is long and unedited. I’m not even reading it twice. much too tired) Last night Abby screamed for a good six hours. She’s constipated. This is new, but not all that unexpected. Very common for kids with Down syndrome. Add to that an awesome lineage of family members with digestive issues, and well, it’s… Continue reading Days like these.
Let me tell you truth. This is hard for me to say because it’s one of those things that I thought about … secret thoughts… thoughts I thought I’d never ever share. I thought I was special. When Abby was born, I totally marveled at the fact that I had a child with autism and… Continue reading Turns out, I’m not all that special.