I have taken one picture of the boys. I let them decorate the tree. I have no Christmas spirit. I just want it over, and the tree down. Christmas Eve was spent getting an RSV shot. This is not what I had hoped for.
I sitll havent old anyone about RTS. I still dont believe it. I know it, but I dont believe it.
I love this boys so much, I want to share him with the world.
Please ask me about my child, the one that has been through so much. He has special needs, and life right now is rough. I wont be offended with the questions that you have, it hurts more when you keep silent, and pretend he doesnt exist. I need to talk about him, and know that we have been missed.-Jessica Pruitt
(Inspired from the writings of Emily Dent)
There is this poem written about being a mom to a special needs child called Welcome to Holland. It makes all this seem pretty, and happy. What is pretty? the tubes, the therapy. What is happy the doctor visits, his pain? This isn't Holland its hell.
