I recently read a blog post from a woman about what not to say to a parent of a child with disabilities. I recalled thinking after I read the post – and I actually replied to it myself – that I didn’t feel the way she did. In fact, I like it when people ask [...]
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What Not to Say
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged disabled kids, doctors, hope, Mom on February 12, 2011 | 2 Comments »
Let the Data Show
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cerebral palsy, doctors, Epilepsy, kids, Mom, seizures, special needs on November 24, 2010 | 4 Comments »
We’re entering another phase where instead of being a mom, I become a scientist. Instead of snuggling and hugging and cheering, we will observe and track and analyze. I don’t especially like these phases, but long ago I learned that we all do things we don’t like, right? Catherine has been having “episodes” every night, [...]
A Little Weekend Reflection
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Executive, kids, Mom on November 8, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Sarah knows the word “Dadgummit!” Catherine now knows the smell of burned food – three different kinds to be precise. She knows the smell of burnt candy, burnt toast and burnt toast with gruyere cheese blackened on top. This was our weekend. I went to the grocery store excited to buy the ingredients to try [...]
Come on Mommy, Dance!
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged hope, laughter, Mom on June 23, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Two Mondays ago, we spent the day at AI duPont Children’s Hospital, confirming that Catherine needs surgery. Not just any surgery. A surgery where they will cut her bones on both her hips and one of her legs. A surgery that anticipates enough “discomfort” that Catherine will have to be out of school for a [...]
The Observer
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged disabled kids, Life, Mom on January 20, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Am I “The Observer?” Catherine has what’s known as “stridor.” Basically, it’s a sound that comes from inflammation in her throat obstructing her airway just enough to produce a sound when she breathes. Sort of like an old man on oxygen – or at least what I hear in my mind when envision an old [...]