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.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Off to the doctor
Monkey's school called to tell me that he's in the nurse's office with a headache. I called the pediatrician, I am going to pick him up from school and take him to the doctor's. Hopefully we can do something to get to the bottom of this mess!