We used to revel in the "new perfect" that was our life. Raising a beautiful girl with multiple special needs showed us that "perfect" is all in our minds. Emily's life was perfect. It was happy, it was brilliant. She was social, outgoing, silly, and ticklish. Now we are learning to get through life without our "Perfect Peanut" in it. This is most certainly NOT a new kind of perfect.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Pictures from bedtime
The rash just keeps getting worse! The ER doc said that it would get worse before it got better. He wasn't joking! Poor poppet. :(