C’s Visit to the Autism Clinic

C playing piano
Last summer, we put C’s name on a waiting list for the Waisman Center for Autism and Developmental Disabilities. This clinic is part of UW Health and we were told it was the best place to go in Wisconsin for a complete, holistic evaluation for an autism diagnosis. C finally had his appointment late last week. I was so anxious about it that I barely slept, and afterward I was so exhausted that with the exception of a hasty Facebook post I hid from the world.

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The Truth About Tube Feeding

Feeding Tube Awareness Week

It is Feeding Tube Awareness Week 2015 and this year’s theme is, “The Truth About Tube Feeding.” I’d love to tell you about our lives with C’s g-tube. A feeding tube saved my son’s life. In August 2013, he was slipping away from us. He essentially stopped eating in July 2013. By the beginning of August, he had become weak and lethargic. We were told to bring him to Children’s Hospital of Wisconsin, where he was admitted and given an NG tube.

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“That’s too loud for me.”

That's too loud for me.

The thing is, there’s something about my son that I know, but we don’t actually know, but we want to know, yet I’m scared that we will be told, “no,” about. It’s a word that makes me tear up even as I am about to type it here. It’s this thing that I’m grappling with knowing but not actually knowing, and I’ll be sharing my deep emotional struggles with that all week.

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“I’m going to do the train puzzle.”

C does the train puzzle

The thing is, there’s something about my son that I know, but we don’t actually know, but we want to know, yet I’m scared that we will be told, “no,” about. It’s a word that makes me tear up even as I am about to type it here. It’s this thing that I’m grappling with knowing but not actually knowing, and I’ll be sharing my deep emotional struggles with that all week.

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Riding in the Car with C

C makes his angry face

The thing is, there’s something about my son that I know, but we don’t actually know, but we want to know, yet I’m scared that we will be told, “no,” about. It’s a word that makes me tear up even as I am about to type it here. It’s this thing that I’m grappling with knowing but not actually knowing, and I’ll be sharing my deep emotional struggles with that all week.

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Every Color has a Meaning

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Every Color has a Meaning

The thing is, there’s something about my son that I know, but we don’t actually know, but we want to know, yet I’m scared that we will be told, “no,” about. It’s a word that makes me tear up even as I am about to type it here. It’s this thing that I’m grappling with knowing but not actually knowing, and I’ll be sharing my deep emotional struggles with that all week.

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