1.24.19

Last night I sat down to mentally prepare for our oldest son’s developmental pediatrician appointment that I scheduled for today. I decided to write out a list of what we have been dealing with. As tears ran down my face and soaked the page, I wrote and wrote some more. At the bottom of the page I printed in caps: PLEASE HELP MY SON. I AM DESPERATE.

I discussed at length everything with the nurse and doctor, and I think we have a plan of attack. I held it together after the appointment and all the way home, but now that I am reflecting back on the day I feel pretty beat up.

He is a blessing. A joy. We just want him to be successful - whatever that means for him. ❤️

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