I’ll always remember us this way.

Last night, after Nick and I hung out with some friends from his new job, we went to pick up Nicholas from my in-laws.  It was already pretty late, and he probably should have been in bed already, but we needed him to be home for today.  It was a big day for us. When... Continue Reading →


Introducing: Dad

Alright, I know you all are probably sick of hearing that I believe my husband and I were meant to have Nicholas.  I may have said it once or twice before, but I am going to say it again, and you're just going to have to deal with it.  I need to introduce you all... Continue Reading →

The evening black-outs.

That statement used to mean something completely different a couple of years ago. Now, it's the phrase I use to describe the evenings after I get home from school. I leave school as soon as the busses do and drive immediately to the sitter's house. Do a little small talk, and leave. We get home... Continue Reading →

I have Down syndrome, too.

When I returned to my job as a second grade teacher, I was not fully prepared to discuss Nicholas's diagnosis yet.  I was so afraid that if someone brought it up, I would break down crying.  What would the kids think of their long-absent teacher then? It wasn't only that.  I had gone into labor... Continue Reading →

Seeing other extraordinary people.

This is when I don't know how to be an advocate... Bear with me, friends.  I have only been a part of this community of moms for 8 months, and I am still learning the ropes. Last Sunday, my friend and I decided to venture to the baby clothes store, which is about an hour away... Continue Reading →

The hospital stay.

No, I am not talking about the original hospital stay.  I am talking about the one from last night.  The one where I had to terrorize a security guard to get access to the children's ER. Okay, maybe I didn't terrorize them, but I was scary enough to make them think that they would rather... Continue Reading →

The gap in pictures.

36 hours.  That's how long we had to celebrate our son without the debilitating shock of the possibility of Down Syndrome looming over us.  Just 36 hours. Look at us.  We are so happy.  The photograph was taken prior to the nurse practitioner asking to see us alone and saying "I need to talk to... Continue Reading →

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