In the past almost 3 months, I’ve learned more about the medical system than I ever cared to know. I know so many procedures, abbreviations, big fancy-smanchy words I never dreamed of knowing. Let alone being able to spell them. This has been intense crash course in life and brought a whole new level to motherhood. But one thing I must admit I hate is the wording medical and non-medical people alike use when describing babies that aren’t ‘typical.’ Words such as wrong, ideal, normal, the dreaded “r” word, and the list could go. There is nothing “wrong” with my littlest man. He is exactly how he was made. He…

For some reason I decided to read through my pregnancy journal yesterday. There were many things I already didn’t remember and one especially stood out for me. It was an entry a couple days before I found out I was expecting N. I was having a reoccurring dream that I called so bizarre. In the dream I was “sort of” blind and dizzy. Say whuuuuttt. I commented on how in the dream I was unable to wake up and be my normal self, that this was my life. I just commented on how weird it was. I still don’t remember having that dream but there must have been something that…