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5 Months Old
Today my N turned 5 months old! 5 months! Where is the time going? He has had a very busy couple weeks. It’s like all of a sudden he wants to start to “catch up” and do the things other babies his age take for granted and do. He laughs and laughs when he’s tickled. He began opening his mouth and chewing on his fingers. He’s opening his mouth more to cry. He took a soother and held it in his mouth for 1 minute. He may not have sucked much but he didn’t push it right back out like he always did before. His head control is getting so…
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The Special Mother
The Special Mother by Erma Bombeck Did you ever wonder how mothers of disabled children were chosen? Somehow I visualize God hovering over the earth selecting his instruments of propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger. “This one gets a daughter. The Patron saint will be Cecelia” “This one gets twins. The Patron saint will be Matthew” “This one gets a son. The Patron saint…..give her Gerard. She’s used to profanity” Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles. “Give her a disabled child”. The angel is curious. “Why this one God? She’s so happy”…
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I would have made a deal with the devil himself
Since my last post, things got crazy in the A household. We were finally finding our routine, our normal after introducing another member to our family. And N threw us yet another curveball. A big scary curveball. I turned to leave the room to spend some time with E before his nap and as I got to the door something told me I needed to turn around. To get closer to my son. That’s when I noticed something was horribly wrong. *enter 911* I thought I knew what pain was. I didn’t. Pain is holding your child and not knowing what the future is going to hold and crying out…
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Mark Twain was a wise man
“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see” ~Mark Twain
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Fearfully and wonderfully made
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…