Spreading Down Syndrome awareness and acceptance by sharing our true stories
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 →
I have never been a fan of just "googling" something to get an answer I need. I know that any old dummy can put any old thing on the internet, kind of like what I am doing right now! But when I had a baby, Google and I became very close. Hey google, how many... Continue Reading →
I did it. I did the wrong thing. I limited my own son. I was watching him do physical therapy this week, and the therapist held a toy that looked like it was miles away from him, and expected him to reach for it. She might as well have asked him to reach up and... Continue Reading →
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 →
Let me start by saying that I love all of your products. Pampers are the only diaper I use! In my opinion, they're the only ones that mask the pee pee smell. This is not an attack, this is a friendly suggestion. As a mom who had an unexpected diagnosis for her baby after birth,... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
